i just read a word
at the same time that somebody said a word (twice)
(etcetera etcetera)

synchronicity never ceases
(to amaze me)

i'm thinking about all the different rooms i've had

different shapes, the lights on the ceilings or lack thereof
a dresser maybe in the corner

carpet? or not? this place could really do with a rug

you know, even for a few days or a week
maybe a month or 18 years

who did i share them with?
a little black cat. i had to throw him off of me because he took too much liberty
of scratching on my SHOOUULLDDEERRSSSSSSSS
but you know i love him just the damn same.
it's such a damn shame,

that you can't be here tonight. on this wine high i'm on.
they call it "sax" for a reason. it's just so damn "saxy."
oh well, i digress.

i guess i can only laugh at the last couple days.
what  a  fucking   god-loving satire this is
this, this shag carpet of a lifestyle i live

fuck you, bonaparte
grow some legs and some balls
meet me when you
om
have more wine.