i saw sad sunday storms
smashing a beat grinding deep.
when the wires opened up tho
and the amazing source of desire
rested at my fingertips,
calm and lucid lights of parrots call and tin can piss
remember?

the wires are down
everlasting breakers gone up in flames
i never expected
mondays to be anything but lavendar.
they went blue on me again.
wrists and dangling elbows?.....
no, only time and space and ....
return of blue monday
and fading to black

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~*~*~ r.a.w. ~*~*~