Lethargy. The lethal pace. Saves face this afternoon. The sun shines bright on my home. Bring in the beer. We shall go rejoicing. Fatten up. Our mouths hang slack. Attack of the lay-lows. From here on in, it’s made in the shade for hiding. Check me out. Where’s my hat? Forgive me. Last thing you know is what you want. You hope to fill it in next time.
Slack is a force to reckon with. Did you hear the one about the slippery slip? Together in full view of the cars going by? Wide as a saucer eyes. Espies. Sauce. And flies despise. Spies devise a punishment. Back at headquarters. Oops, there goes another rubber rocket. Tree planted far beneath. Where they ain’t. No more. But over. If only you could keep that waxy shine.
My dog’s bigger than your dog. Everything counts in large amounts. In the cold light of day. The 5 AM fresh. If you gotta. Forget it. If you’re still up for fun. It’s a fine fatigue you’re floating down to. If you’ve got the jump. And your mind is blasted. You’re up front. Sky surrounds you. So blue. Only light like it. No devil can get you then.
That light ain’t cold. It’s wild aether. Fabulous. Your finger figured out the fine relief. You will not be forgotten. Fortune smiled on a beggar. Drunk as a skunk. But you did not lose face or your grace. You yielded when necessary and went forward like a pioneer. Performed the perfect non-performance.
Private. The waiting. To be undone. Exposed. At the price paid. Both for increase and decrease. In clover. Or in the slammer.
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