My insouciant insomniac inebriated eyes unshuttering the night never, I say, never again as I vomit my hangover upon the page… buried in a soft pillowed keyboard dreaming vibrant lover and friend memories swirl on a tight flat space… I journey toward the floor collapsing in exhaustion wondering who is driving
& what is being driven by an inebriated and insouciant taxi . and once again I pay the fare… warmly wear a dark happy mask with a light somber mood painted with magic
then, played on a fiddle, until dizzy, donning, heaving I hurl again all over the page with my hung-over insomniac pen.
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