15928. PROFLIGATE SPENDTHRIFT

PROFLIGATE SPENDTHRIFT

Growing pretty aimless of late, I

mostly sit around and think of what

I've maybe escaped. This recuperation 

crap wears thin. I am nowhere, and go

nowhere else; I guess it's good it's

Winter, maybe, otherwise I'd just sit

in the sun so some fool could tell me I

need my vitamin E from exposure.

Yeah, like an umbrella needs rain.

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I'm already in another world, looming,

and I don't know why. I sit in place,

looking out when it's 20 degrees, and,

when it's 40, venturing. Venturing? For

what and to where I never know, I can

walk the scratchy surface of the ground,

but never leave it.

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A friend  -  he's always cranky  -  says

'get over it, you're boring all the world.'

I guess so, but what's he know? He makes

me look like Sir Lancelot on a silver steed.