Oh man, traffic spikes,
like a dike breaking and molecules making
their way down the culvert to the other side
of the hill that separated the waters.
Meeting people is like saying hello,
my favorite color is yarrow--your favorite
flavor is yellow. "My favorite weed
is Jimson--eat their seeds &
you're Jim Henson--people become
muppets and their heads become puppets--
strings held by somebody whispering
words of their own, snippets really,
about a game on television regarding
basketball that you are watching, but
not completely paying attention to, because
you're writing. That's what you do,
that makes you." 666-6666. For wherever
you want to go--right call now, be on time--
six six six, six six sixty six. THE NUMBER 6!
A commercial just now interrupting my
thoughts like a fucking virus.
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