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sitting on the toilet

reading Kerouac’s pomes

& reflecting

       on stars & predawn

             morning sky

the frugal AM

     ticks its seconds

           & minutes

  whiling away cool air

            downtrodden

     blue collar man

  heads off

        to another day

waiting, hoping, dreaming

         for a better

               someday

with the coffee

           (not that good)

        and silent air

catch the catalyst

         for sound

   & prosperity

in wilted Autumn morn

          of October

Could it all ever

      amount

   or proceed

      to an anything

             we been

    looking for?

The frantic still

      of morning

           glistens

    like cool air

     pretending

         to hold

   some secret meaning

      over the course

           of our lives

     adventurous

in the 3^rd degree

      frolic

           with sinners

    beat down

   by winded voyeurs

 & righteousness

Too much bound

      in arrogant

         momentary

     gesture

Wise owl shot

       off tree branch

   by frothing

      at the mouth

           rifleman

    in singular motion

         of human conceit

tis all we are

    tis all

       we ever

   aspire to be

     anymore