in here
theres an old cat
thinks hes a kitten
and kerouacs bones of words
hard bound behind me
still roll like freight
toward whisky
a convenience marriage
and daytime tv
goodbye jack
you dream metronome you
you automatic waltz
im sorry
i saw
your wife cry
and i wonder
what heaven
is doing for you now
and i file
today under
g again
g for golden days
and in the stripes of yellow dust
the front room blinds let in
the old cat think hes a kitten
touches my face
like hes a vulcan
and im live streaming nostalgia
breathing in hd roses
and real world fresh ground coffee beans
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