Stitches had me.
Britches, by the.
Crowd the, lift the, yank the.
Rolling, twirling, falling.
Watch out. Watch out.
Watch out down below.
Slap it. Bash it.
Smash it down.
Up it bounces, bounces back.
Higher, higher than ever.
Higher than even bent forever.
Flash bright, white flash.
Wow, it’s gone,
gone and out of light.
Yellow, orange,
red, and green.
Can you hear
the jingles jing?
Touch of blue,
and lovely purple, too.
What is that scent?
Old shoes and cinnamon?
Lemon laced with paint?
Turn the page, now please.
Good. There’s more.
And even more besides.
Fall down. Stand up.
Sit and sing a song.
Pound around the table.
Lick a flag, you say?
Then wave a
postage stamp?
Haha!!
Merrily, merrily, merrily.
All the news, so bleak.
But life is oh so oh so
absolutely most completely
not a pitifully horrible
dark and woeful dream.
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Wednesday, November 21st, 2018
Los Angeles/Los Feliz
CA
USA
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