Living was a poison,
I swear it.
Ted Danson existing,
the morning commute
for whatever that's worth
Antidote elipsis,
ravagers; elipsis!
Crowded mess, is
it just in discrepancies?
flicker,
ear death,
the headache or the happenstance
or's it
just easier to discern then?
8; 9; 10, fat hen
if you think this
doggerel's insincere
you're missing it.
The smoking wants
the smoking clef.
"Johnny?
Is that you
creeping in the dark
behind the corner
of the topmost stair?"
Loving wants what's left.
Tells itself
this is the best part.
