it’s never whatyou think it isbut thank godit isn’t what youthought it wasn’t

outbound plane:heat waves on tarmacpropel empty promises

the squirrelsor maybe chipmunksbecause squirrelsget blamed foreverything solet’s not jumpto conclusionsbut anywaysomething dugup the tulip bulbs& gnawed themto bits so sorryabout that

sleep arriveson a metro busbelching passengerson to sidewalksfilled with streetvendors hawkingdiet advice & cheapseen-on-TV products& maybe that’s whyI woke up in thenight to pee onthe corner fern;forgive me, I wasdistracted by theshiny Rolexes

the waspwrithed wetsmears onthe deck,its nesta pulpdot mashedbeneath mybirkenstock—let me goas fast& unexpected,a flash orgasp beforeoblivion

google tracks your every move a lover out of favor who texts & recites your cart contents from an aisle over & reminds you how good it is to feel wanted

so damn hotfor early Juneso let’s getaway fromconcrete &steel becausethere’s only somuch humanityI can standin summer& the trains &trams & busesare filled withthe great unwashed& that is not to shameanyone but onlyto say workshould not ruleour lives but besubservient toour mental spacewhich is probablytoo […]

hot coffee onmy keyboardis just so damnhdsafouiernfcaj;

whenever a hallmarkmovie comes onbrace yourselffor schlock& tearsbecause damnthose moviesget to me

the best curefor a hangoveris to just tellyour liver tobuckle up

oh hey junedidn’t noticeyou snuck inthe back way& so nice ofyou to bringa six pack

silence nurses evil onmemories of grandeur

sometimesdistractiongets the best of

saturday & whateveris planned goes undonebecause hey it’s notlike it isn’t saturdayso just piss right offuntil the middleof next week whenwe look forwardto another & thenshit will get donein anticipationof another day off