my gladness is real

three dogs and a cat fight

a low

slow the hour after all

howling echoes through the darkness

that is the devil’s parade

a wild streak

a burning constitution

renders the blind

don’t ask to speak. now

the making of silence in sleep

i am sloppy now. Letting them in.

The wind weaving in between.

Untangling the themes.

Tracing what was true but now seem

like the wonders of a dream

Spring became the palm

i shook with clammy hands

a gladness not to be relied upon.

a silver beauty that goes grey and far

only returning to burn the heart of out the dark.

it happens

she forgot to rewind the tape.

and again I weep with lady who. Lost the meatball and gained no means.

Where is father? And his camera?

Won’t there be a memory of this misery?

there’s clapping during rehearsal

even some tears

some real people

Please welcome the real downer of the evening

wait for the firetruck

that’s the highlight.

of) a good night, I hope

the good one

Sally wants to know why no one likes a salad.

There are 5 kinds of electrified spuds.

did you explain to her there’s no one in charge?

i found a bible in the fiction section and lost my laugh.

my god. The things she knows.

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