Time is ankle deep in wet cement.
A 78 phonograph record on 33.
'Can you buy me ahhhhhh
high protein shake from
ahhhhhh
Jamba ahhhhhh'
Complete sentences fall incompl.
Memory bubbles then pops.
Feelings murky brown, not blue.
Iron curtain eyelids.
Cut phone wires.
Fungus breath.
No vigor in rigor mortis.
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interesting kind of write...........with deep sense of humor..........