The clock on the wall is only
a memory. Things aren't where
they used to be. Things that are
no longer where they used to be
are no longer.
It is
not necessary
to be
in this much
pain.
Remembered the codeine
pills, but forgot
my oatmeal. The Valerian
tea seems to be stinking
up the entire train.
The recipe for forgetting.
Laughing at incendiary.
Setting fire.
What used to make me so nervous now
just relaxes me.
I don't think you're real.
Is this the end or the beginning.
Is this the end of the beginning.
In between the RV trailer
and the playing field. I
always forget.
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