prattling on, in fit of insanity,
and there was, almost, a
lost teacup of whiskey,
yet saved by practical skill,
and i had just picked up
that cup. this is melodrama.
feeling quite off-place,
comma,
who will ******* abate -
will placate - actuality
if this vessel finds itself
as lost cause?  (guess
question unanswered;
left) promise you, that one,
nor any other cat,
is real. forged truths placed
with mind not prone
to retaliation; generational rest-
rictions for those come second?
(who came second?)    won't be funny.
surprised to continue, but
****, we all saw it, chuckled
effective appreciation.
now, float the dead ones home;
never be good enough,
quietly, just look like
the magazines. just like you.
just like me.