never let the bastards get you down from acres of processed bullshit flowers burst wildly to blossom

nuzzled by mist the coyote trots through 6 a.m. intersections, tongue dangling, panting beneath a moon indifferent as blue Hyundais idling at lights aching to flash green as deer amble the high school baseball field & a jogger stops to take note of her […]

all these middle grade bastards keep pushing the backwards slide as if thwacking your head in the stagnant pool at the end was the coolest playground move

third grade kiss I remember nothing but the taste of orange tic-tacs over chocolate milk, not even her name

& there came among them a great ignorance shrouding wisdom & compassion & & fear fell across the land while cowards bent knees; democracy died in darkness, simpering in its last throes, choking on lies & the egos of small men wielding grudges against […]

the last thing I want to see is 55 year old versions of high school classmates holding me to account for all those years of jerk ass remarks & innuendo because I’m fatter now & run slower so keep your evite in your mailbox […]