juices from the cat droppings which formed an impressive pile in the corner of the room.
the door swings open
and man yells for the broom so as to bash someone on the head---
usually a random child who would spit gum on the lawn.
laughter is evident and the breeze is cool and the sun is healing
and the clouds
are soaring over equador.
i eat 6 chicken fingers
and 4 burgers with a glass of juice.
ciggarettes are $10 now so **** that.
and the fat lady outside with her little dog alwyas on the phone and always glaring at me will one day be vaporized by an incoming meteor shower which specifically targets her hut on the culdesac.
worms are eating my ulcers
and the sweat quenches my thirst
when sometimes i'd rather be out talking to myself in peace
because
no one bothers a crazy person especially when they're just mere centimeters away