lock me in place.
The phone rings,
mimicking a thousand
small bees in a bag.
The paycheck holds me
here. And over my
counter,
a rusty and dilapidated form asks
for directions.
-----
The blistering rage
could only be calmed by the smooth
glaze of the donut.
It's blueberry dots like a
cloud on a hot day.
I understand, though.
We haev both snapped,
but in different ways.
All we want is to be left alone.
-----
Watching all
from teh sky they fall
falling
falling
down around my seat.
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