Tyrannosaurusday
Taxes
Drip
Peanut Butter
Drip
Ideas
Drip
I need to get started
Drip
Coffee’s Ready
Muddy on the Mouth
This is how Goldie used to drink it….
Smearing the Green Yolked Eggshells
My Bare Feet
On Concrete
Dares to Defy
The Sitting
Staring
Stewing
Bully Blount
The Ghost
That Has Haunted
Generations
In a dream on set
Me:
” man, the Coffee’s too expensive”
Joey Hill:
“You don’t finish the coffee. The coffee finishes you”
Touché Dream Joey
In a Turn
I had Turnt
My Dreams
My nightmares
Into
Set Pieces
With Pleasing
Pleasurable Plural Plays
On the Extreme and Mundane
Emotion is what Carries a Heart
Through the fluttering excuse for
What
Passes as
Sight
These Days
All Ways
Another
Spell
For
Another
Oh Well
Maybe The Next Dream
Will Be More Digestable
For the Slow Class
No One Wants to
Under
Stand 4 Hours
They can barely Get thru
4 Seconds
On their Flip Phones
Dream Joey puts sugar in his coffee
“Generation Die Born to Reside Inside”
“Our Minds? Cuz its Cloggy in Here.”
“Drink a Quad Shot Banana Mocha and Be Thrilled, the Damned Third Street Coffee Creep Wish She Could Flush That Fast”
Enema Electric
Perfering
The Pie Shop
Daze
Of
Flour Forever,
Baking Pies to Spend
All the Time
A Buck Seventy Five, bi weekly
Ayala Laughs, “THEY have your Ass. We got to keep em out of our military”
“Them, Ants”
They Have Ant Heads
Is What He Means
The Ghost of Ayala
Shadow Sentry
Bleeds Back into the Wall
A Stain in the Wallpaper
Drip
Drip
Buzz
Less Beans
More Milk
Less Sugar
Pays to Get Started
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The periodic “contrapuntal” of voices perforating the mundane (yet thoughtfully vague) here is captivating.
Thanks for the read Joseph Allen. Glad you got something from my morning musings.