lives in quiet desperation,
hoping to find salvation with
a refurbished peace-of-mind,
we drive the back roads
to avoid tickets, bagging our
meals so we don't stop for
anything but gasoline...
we pee in empty water bottles
that we toss out the window
when passing open fields and
we eat fast foods in the city;
oddly enough... our days
always seemed to be numbered
when out-of-pocket as if we
need work and what we cling
to is nothing more than an
global illusion of hunger...
we claim nothing, nor do we
offer anything to that which
we know to be true... as truth
is always fleeting, just as
reality is always reassuring...
oddly enough... we drink out
wine at breakfast and never
at llunch and since dinner is
always three courses, water
is the preferred method of
washing it all away so that it
does not remain inside too long.
3 Movermber 2021
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