Went to the doc
He said ain't dead yet
Pump'd me up buttercup
with drugs and scans
part of him beneficial plans
Waited for the bus
Dead Dry heat round the head
As I got on the amblin'lance arrived
Some one maybe dead in the john
Some black goddess reading dem all pslams
What a world, what a world
I melt back to my small town
STRANGE SPANNERS being an accounting of strangeness of the warp and woof of my mind For those of you new here, think of this as 1/2 "Night Gallery" Our Motto: Nos somnium quisnam es futurus fatum quod insolitus tutus vos!
Nice recounting of the day...
ReplyDeletei'm not much for cohesive thought
ReplyDelete...but you are much for capturing mood and feeling in a seemingly ordinary day. Great stuff!
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