give you my word
How subliminally selfish.
You concluded your purpose
with the daintiest of handling.
Fucked would be my word.
Enjoy your university, sir
I’m high anyway
I’ve got my vo-cab-er-net
This Is the Wednesday Night Saloon
I’m here
I said to the ladybug next to my fist
then took my hand from the bar
dropped my hat onto a stool
unfastened my holster
I started to yell that I was a butterfly
The bug fluttered, walked away
I poured a beer anyway
slung off my belt
turned down my brim
Forward Isn’t Fast Enough
For now let me say
Without hope or agenda
I thought you’d be back in the writing room
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