one more cup of coffee fore i go
father looked broken but he was not even at the end
especially then a blue-eyed jesus rising up from the
balcony chair (not his first resurrection) LET’S GO!
back to the parental deathbed who lies there now?
listening to the murmurings of Frances+Lee April in Paris
One more once old wine in old bottles dig it?
you cannot measure a life by it’s despairs you must look at
the moments of decimation as pure+radiant transformation
thru the dark woods when the caughtbird transcends
smokes another cig shoots a rough tequila marches
through used car lots to a kind of nirvana only to be
found in desire
fellas the end is nigh
i strongly suggest
a wild +cautionless
trajectory
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July 2025 ..now go forth +multiply.. dig it?
songanddancegirl 