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I palmed my
  red fleece dress
  the speck of
  an island

some Evening played
enjoying a higher standard
of living that I stopped
pondering

a heavy idea
she left me
a book of elegies
before bed

dilly dally

January is nearly over and I'm dilly dallyin'
This is no year to dilly dally, I've seen the dying
electronic blue eyes scoff at diamonds
get a day's work done

slept in the shade of ignorance
I first learned of angels on Wyoming
got my mum's sig to see Olivia Hussey
in Zefirelli's Romeo & Juliet

drew on my skin, drew off yours
popped yolks, spun tops,
the yard in flip flops
demanding labor

thankfulness

can't put all that on the past
push it, step off
                            ( softly,
                               like in wuxia )

I'm heart heavy right now
actually feel it with my hand

in a mind of mine again
where I can!

knowing whom
thankfulness goes to

mum's stew
mum's beef stew

lemme lone

these last years come in a hunt
in smaller increments of thought
put down as some fall short
 of impressed i've been behind
the yellow line the whole time
with my right foot swinging
and my left foot rooted
ah i don't give a shit really
y'know you wake up and you're
slipping into snug fabrics to warm
yr genitals and wonder what the temp
is gonna be and the device says 20
but the real feel is negative 3?
i hush my voice and tilt my eyeballs
upwards in that jack nicholson fashion
to say i want that real feel outta you
now get me the hell outta this maze!