long day with seven hours of sleep-
no more no less, continually competing
against myself in every game possible.
too much on paint, hopefully it will work,
before walking and picking up a new movie and admiring a
rain free day in atlanta.
down to p.s. to see the new marty flick, which i enjoyed
until i realized everything that would be going on.
i suppose we ask- what is crazy? not his best-
but better than a lot that i've seen.
on to the bar with the skin on display such a shame,
or such a natural place- since we'll all human and a bit
of animals underneath it all.
ironic that strip clubs hide what lies beneath with tis subtle exterior.
no phallic imagery, because of all the glitter inside.
someone thought about our senses-
or maybe they wanted that gray wall and those blacked out windows
to lie.
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