Tuesday nite at the Moon Til Rise. The man
plays sax in his boxer briefs, perhaps some
sort of undershirt, "rollicking"
is rolling and licking or rocking
and licking or rocking and rollicking.
How will you spend your first day
of freedom? Love had to happen
somewhere first once; the first love
of the world. New shirts. Just being ready,
owning it. There are still komodo dragons
on this earth. Realistic demagogue of no
actual conscience. Juicing the rabbit
was never one of your better ideas.
Things were buried, Capsules! Place
is an activity too. Choo choo choose
the Cleopatra in you.
Be all that you can
believe. There's a thief
in you. Some smiles
are intentional.
Tyson Chandelier is a maverick. For President. Forever.
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