Sat Or Day

Sat
Or Day

Lessons
avoided are lessons unlearned the unlearned and the drunk and the
addict rule the day stolen things lay near my head the bed has to be
moved to rest before the day comes why is it so hard to keep a
quietness about ones mouth when full of alchoholic beverages the
sleep gone robbed of rest of day must walk and get somewhere must go
fully into desert mode then marching to a drummer let me say the
innermost wants of a man quoincide with females adding females to the
females list of quoincidence. Three y, s ladies. Most of ewe will
understand the meaning of life and what this poet likes. Fantasy is
better when alone and not fulfilled the reasons of the patterans on
the floor tiles in all the bigger Art Deco Museums and even most
pleasure palaces have a meeting room entered from a hall not unlike
the voyeur in a livingroom of somones home. Reposed and together all
at once. Impossible likenesses and events coinciding to occur again
in memory taken close to heart but not never inside it just won’t
do it can’t be kept its overdone and crept past the entrails
edging out trying to find the exit. Ah but when it is happening it is
likened to electricity. Something contained in a line then blocked
until plugged in later than switched on and utilized forever or just
a moment of your time about three seconds just a shot out in the
dark. Gone moaning. Sat or Day.