RASPY MINGLE VOICE
What I should have by now is my own
ocean liner, with which to sail on the sea.
Far out and away from this grapefruit'd world,
all bounded and bunched by the straps of
desire. Holding the mouthpiece to some
ship-to-shore radio that no longer exists.
I would lunge in my lounge and play
poker while I scrounge. Perhaps a
monkey or two as pets in the cabin.
I would develop my own raspy
mingle voice with which to
entertain no others. Filled
with opinion - ahoy
matey, and all that.
Leaving now.
Get on
board?
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