stitched

i stitched together a so so morning after a night turning with visions and scratched up onerous sleep. i cannot count my blessings. innumerable are they. the counting itself helped me go down and get up nevertheless!

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visions

i saw visions

a porsche turning circles in the snow 

a man pissing on a brick wall barrows

wheeled over hay early 

dawn

i got chills 

a headache 

the light hurt my eyes i saw 

visions as the melody 

sorted out the 

birds

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bygone euphoria

You may be on the road for years and years before you get off the road and keep to one region, one state, one county, one neighborhood, one single home, one room inside one single home, one single chair inside one room, rocking away the rest of your days. Hopefully, all those years on the road you gathered enough memories to fill up your basket. So you can rock the days away with wild visions of bygone euphoria.

katya