reluctance.
with a dash of sunlight.
vodka or water, depending.
ribs run through leftover nightmares.
I leave them in the laundry basket.
blood and boogers.
ghosts getting their shit together.
brush my teeth and rot in hell.
stretch for ill.
just to make sure I can reach the nearest wall.
hard boiled egg.
throw the yolk at the cat.
throw the cat at the outside world.
espresso and raspberries after that.
thoughts of Marty and Kendra Jean,
check my email.
SportsCenter.
goddamn football season is upon us already.
place my bets with Mickey the bookie.
consider writing.
settle on editing last nights nonsense.
then an overwhelming sense of dread,.
which happens.
as I write and work.
like what the fuck am I doing?
where the fuck am I going?
let's change the change.
and then I keep going.