It's the 4th of something and i can’t recall
the measure of my ambition. i can only brew coffee
in this existential condition, and i defy you to do -
any otherwise.
my Oblique has discreet kingdoms.
and nothing more precious than what I’ve forgot
i have forgotten passwords
to a Bluff and a Kismet.
I still have toys
to almost live
with.

But please; excuse the mess. Make yourself at Home.
I have Derilect Agendas and seldom Time to implement
sincere foolishness.
To me, we are too sweet, and Time
has your mind just outside my door.
i would just Love to have You more….
so Please
don’t bother

to go.