these thoughts are why i have no friends
Monday
one or two, sir?
angry poses to Beethoven.
ice in my tea
nickels in my wallet,
and bumble bees in my socks.
dead flowers surround me.
moon shaped love rocks.
walking to the midnight beat,
untied chapters and
high sunflowers.
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