Like an outcasted stoop kid, I sat glass-backed, bar-assed ten feet away from the main streets waiting. Waiting for some leaves to fall off treewires. I waited for inspiration in the bitter November chill biting at my ankles. And I got funny looks from football cap colleagues on this dressed-down Thursday. The trees were practically naked. Scarce blossoms and partridge leaves crisped by the stagnant air.
The door'srustedhinges-aircrack- waking ends a four hour sleep short. I found out she was a lesbian, and allergic to ****.
My mouth tastes like plain Pixy Stix and I can only swallow in short bursts like a camera or pool water over- whelming the filter hole. It's like untreated brine that I'm swimming around in, ******* in, trying to sweeten it with my natural body oils, but it's not working
because my pool is also a lesbian, and allergic to ****.