DON'T PUT THAT MUZZLE
IN YOUR MOUTH
Sometimes when I awake I don't know who I'm
talking to. I then walk outside instead and just
fiddle with the thermometer on the garage wall.
The wind usually turns it around. It's just numbers
to me anyway. A scale that means nothing.
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Centrifugal force and interior turmoil. That makes
a good breakfast pair. I sit back down, backing
away from it all. Voices start calling me: people
from the past, and others I've just dreamed of.
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There's a chair in the valley, and a chair at the top.
One's always too cold, and the others always too hot.
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