Out-Patience

Day

I love to drive. My subconscious drift, while the lobes facing forward negotiate obstacles, electrons are flowing through, engrossed in analysis, singing in harmony, racing the trace to play.

Stopping to forage. Peaches, gifted, scented sticky. Told off for consuming grapes, discouraged finding a prefrontal breakage. When he dropped me, dented nut, fuck the manager, I’m eating stuff.

Impetuosos, damage done. I feel no compulsion, just snack the plums.

Feel no obligation to follow the rules, didactically written to nanny the fools. Don’t get me wrong, I’m shit angry moral. Just don’t tell me not to munch bread from the trolley.

I buying it anyway, who gives a fig, I’ll eat them as well if the queue get too big. If they all make me dwell, to tense in prolonging. It’s like a dystopian zoo, herded in fencing. Tempted by chocolates, eating distraction. The awkwardness growing, hard to focus on anything.

Always at tills, starts to build-uppity panics. I’ll have to use vocal chords, reserved for sighing. People often say “pardon”, my humour says “why?”, when honestly, some circumstance, makes me shrivel not thrive. Does everyone’s mind do a meltdown as well? In places where people are shunted, no self? Cattle catch?

I parked the car in the Par Cark, snigger sentence, upside talk. Don’t know why my brain swaps letters, fuck, it makes me spit the feathers. Ditch the down, between your teeth. Chat, coherence, confirmation treat, masked grinner.

Laughed alone, but laughed out loud, antisocial insect, did it proud.

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