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My head still full of strange vibrations My fingers still inebriated from a happy hour of wine that trips up production of my faux epiphanies exchanging b’s for t’s and decapitating word heads faster than the guillotine and employing backspace against mistakes more frequently than any recessions that this administration or any other can combat.
The things I find amusing at this hour couldn’t enter my awareness through any Trojan horse to penetrate my inner city workings or sleepy citizens of mind
but now, now I find that a stainless steel fridge against a far coffee house wall looks smug enough to mock and a boy with mussed hair looks close enough to kiss and a yellow-walled hallway looks light enough for adventure.
And the stars look sad enough to love. And words will twist enough to escape the barrier of mouth and lips.
