magnum 48 downed but —hasn't always been this way, once knew a thing, or two (three ?) but can't clearly see of it eye's bloodshot heavy-lidded I reverse jog to mucky mindedness that's bending asinine from attending the belly spot of tissue hand wiped regular with my gibberish yuk a seeming deliberate word a genius fastened blown apart into fragments of my tic-tac self & examined decrepitude, yet... I indeed flip the cause... liking the loggerhead ramble, weave two steps to a pool of mystic nothingness (unknowing) flits the barren bowl my mind made, though I mix anything to flush offensive debris odors like stale cheese I'm down & enjoy a laugh, or two thinking of some buried significance, or another two, when what appears I mutter a lame 'excuse me,' for what's cramping thru the pot's hole
Excuse Me
13
Apr