Jan 21

My Life


My life is

My life is a sticky smorgasbord of electric blue hats and unmatched socks and

wide open prairie crashes within cloudburst rain squalls that push unknown interiors

on my bewildered imagination; this sounds like a dog’s daydream utterance.


My life crackles with secret lockets crunching under the weight of heavy clogs dancing

a jig on the sun-soaked pavement; this tastes as delicious as a plump blueberry in June.


My heart seizes through imminent migration while baffled by too much day/shine

til the lights go out early on a September afternoon cued by expected thunder.

Rewrite 1.21.2018

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