FridaySaturday

FridaySaturday

Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. A Ganger tried to pick a fight with me. There is no Saturday poem unless this counts as one the one eye wrote on Friday is loathsome and not published as there is only one way to make ewe understand my worry for ewe is love for ewe not wanting ewe to feel bad eye guess eye make too many mistakes with ewe not knoeing what ewe expect or want from me eye love ewe we are separated by space and time one of the ways eye have been caring about ewe is to worry a lot when something is hurting ewe and eye am sorry eye have been unable to make ewe understand this eye am sorry and eye will try to mend mye evil ways because eye love ewe when eye worry eye for ewe eye will try to hide it or make it go away this coffee is helping me to cope. A very good cup eye got the last of the last pot in mye refill cup for now she has the only decaf pot left on top. Surprised there was some left enought. Eye may decide to publish this on Saturday Kis ewe.

That Ganger laughed at my new New York hat on. Eye cared for none of that. He called me a Yankee and said HE was a Wildcat. Friday at McDonalds drinking coffee in Tucson. Eye finished up mye coffee cup kept mye New York cap on. Got back on the Bus Sun Tran. Gone to Saturday all alone eye worry not at all. But pen this ode a poem born on Friday polished up on Saturday for ewe. Sont worry ewe. Friday gone.