
shiny silver three-legged
chairs cast the opposite of shadows
across too tall green grass
and through the gaps in
purple tinted glasses purchased
to make the world look and little happier
what i assume to be ants crawl up
and left and down shoulders and arms
little feet slowed by generously applied
spray on sunscreen wind blows
marlboro smoke into eyes so heavy the
burn would make a better man think about
quitting instead of laying here
cursing the sun and wind and whatever
crawls on shoulders under
purple tinted blue sky too big to
see the end of.



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