day extended, my motives
amended, mended. meant
it– ready for rest, give away
stress to unconscious road,
into cliff-ends. my dip tends
to be nihilistic, garnished by gray
mushrooms, sour rain. change
hopefully in my vein. trap my
musings while I’m wrapped in
bruisings from others’ seminars–
hence in scars. sitting in strange bars,
scribbling while other waste in sit,
sip. I’m no better, just ready letters.

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