August 15th – 11:33 prime meridian
time won’t let me go.
memories don’t fade fast enough for some people.
the world is so difficult to give up and I’ve a fully loaded six shooter
shooting .410 bore shotgun shells next to me as I write this.
I’m freshly cleaned and glistening with cleanliness.
I am at the right hand of god prepared for revolution;
my nails are clean as I’ve cleaned them also.
days go by like cars on a highway and I don’t know what to do with them,
I hide in my home with too many rooms unused and too much carpeting to vacuum.
catatonia,
and I order toast with marmalade.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 