Sat Or Day
Lessons avoided are lessons unlearned the unlearned and the drunk and the addict rule the day stolen things lay near my head the bed has to be moved to rest before the day comes why is it so hard to keep a quietness about ones mouth when full of alchoholic beverages the sleep gone robbed of rest of day must walk and get somewhere must go fully into desert mode then marching to a drummer let me say the innermost wants of a man quoincide with females adding females to the females list of quoincidence. Three y, s ladies. Most of ewe will understand the meaning of life and what this poet likes. Fantasy is better when alone and not fulfilled the reasons of the patterans on the floor tiles in all the bigger Art Deco Museums and even most pleasure palaces have a meeting room entered from a hall not unlike the voyeur in a livingroom of somones home. Reposed and together all at once. Impossible likenesses and events coinciding to occur again in memory taken close to heart but not never inside it just won’t do it can’t be kept its overdone and crept past the entrails edging out trying to find the exit. Ah but when it is happening it is likened to electricity. Something contained in a line then blocked until plugged in later than switched on and utilized forever or just a moment of your time about three seconds just a shot out in the dark. Gone moaning. Sat or Day.
