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My teeth are yellow.
Crooked.

Clean, though.

Very clean.
Warm sun
Cool breeze
Blue skies
Green grass
Rolled tobacco
Hot smoke
Head rush
Pure elation
Chirping birds
Fleeting critters
Rustling leaves
Lofi jazz
Record playing

I *******
Love June

34 years
Since my first

And my annual
Rebirth.
Sweet release
granted to me.

Ah, the glory.
The bittersweet,
the buttery, the savory.
The shallow pools
of syrupy glee.

Ahhh.
There he is.
The ******* me.

Over and over
again and again
for all of eternity.

Take a trudge through
the mud pit
where my mind used to be.

Track little pieces
of the old me.

Knee deep in thought
about absolutely
nothing.

A swamp of uncertainty.
When you finally recognize yourself after years of seeing a stranger in the mirror.
All smiles and          
lies. It's just not        
right. There's still    
time to make it          
mine. Take up the    
blame, I'm still the    
same. One of the bad
guys, I'm not very      
nice.
Wet one, this year.
Fully saturated,
everywhere you step
squishes and squelches.

The sun still sleeps,
all tuckered out
and tucked in
behind grey stormy blankets.

I don't own a rain jacket.

Guess I'm gonna be a prune again.
I'll pull you
down
with me,
I'll make you
drown
with me.

It's not enough
that I should
thrive,
others
must
die.

Well, sure
I can swim,
but I'll ensure
we both sink.

How demure,
your sin.
The only cure
is more drink.
Red
Tentatively,
like trying to write on saran wrap
with a freshly sharpened pencil,
that's how she walks.

Grace, delicacy embodied
within a writhing crown
of tangled red silk.

A dancing and singing bird
on a brittle autumn leaf,
no fear of falling because
she's got those wings.
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