i dreamed my cat dandy had kittens but something wasn't right and nobody would listen. she had birthed two and i knew one at least was still inside but nobody would listen. i could see it through her belly skin which was milky semi-opaque like dough stretched thin. eventually i could poke my fingers in through a hole in the skin and pull the gray mouse-sized kitten out. things were okay then.
life is good.
though the day-job lately leaves me feeling like a half-thick undergrown fruit at the end of the vine that's decaying to a shriveled umbilicus. stunted.
i feel ready to feel the readiness to slip down another channel.
once i you know figure that shit out.
my energy is shunted elsewhere.
i meditate by cooking.
i day-dream about my good man.
i try to keep feeding my friends
as we meet in this day-waning landscape
amidst a variety of simulated warfares.
us vs. them in high definition.
how many good days do you think we'll have.
life is good.
though the day-job lately leaves me feeling like a half-thick undergrown fruit at the end of the vine that's decaying to a shriveled umbilicus. stunted.
i feel ready to feel the readiness to slip down another channel.
once i you know figure that shit out.
my energy is shunted elsewhere.
i meditate by cooking.
i day-dream about my good man.
i try to keep feeding my friends
as we meet in this day-waning landscape
amidst a variety of simulated warfares.
us vs. them in high definition.
how many good days do you think we'll have.
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