This is just a drill, I repeat, this is just an excercise.
are you ready?
Day time, namely, if not more properly called, nothing much,
Was in full stride, blooming even.
I was absorbed in it, oh yes, oh yes, absorbed. Rightly so.
Writing down images on an image filled napkin, bar stool,
Some sort of demon, yes, a demonic brew it appeared.
Chocolate,
Get some dark chocolate.
Browse selection. Such stuffy weather, spring, yeah,
Spring and it’s fucking tug of war with man and his-
Oh yes, dark chocolate and cherries.
Anyways,
This was no time, no time at all,
To have the seasons interfering. God forbid
That nature should make itself important.
At least it’s not going to rain.
Can’t rain.
Well, maybe.
And beer, yes, some good dark beer. Stout. A Stout Beer.
What a great combination.
Browsing mountain sides of names and faces and
That’s that one beer I had that one time
“Is it good?” the store clerk looked at me, “Didn’t you just say you’ve had it before?
Didn’t you just say that?” He’s looking at me so damn quizzically.
“Well how do you expect me to remember.”
On the radio, I know that song,
The clerk says, “Mumble mumble, mumble mumble mumble. Mumble”
I hand him his Mumbles.
What is this song?
Oh yeah, that guy, the singer, with the hair, and the pants, and the voice.
Yeah, and the band. And… how much money did I just give him?
I shouldn’t be in charge of things like that. Debit cards for all!
Let’s burn all the cash. It just makes things more complicated.
It’s an image. Like that demon on the napkin, barstool.
I wrote about these day times, these nothing much’s.
Demon / cash.
O this chocolate is good!
O this beer is fine!
I squint into the neighborhoods of people’s lives painted colors
And numbered
The tastes of chocolate and cherries and dark, stout beer
Swirling in my mouth.
Will these cars never stop? I need to cross.
Man it’s hot, and Spring, she plays with me,
Mingling with the beer, chocolate, tugging head strings.
These days, these nothing much’s,
They are okay.
Day time, namely, if not more properly called, nothing much,
Was in full stride, blooming even.
I was absorbed in it, oh yes, oh yes, absorbed. Rightly so.
Writing down images on an image filled napkin, bar stool,
Some sort of demon, yes, a demonic brew it appeared.
Chocolate,
Get some dark chocolate.
Browse selection. Such stuffy weather, spring, yeah,
Spring and it’s fucking tug of war with man and his-
Oh yes, dark chocolate and cherries.
Anyways,
This was no time, no time at all,
To have the seasons interfering. God forbid
That nature should make itself important.
At least it’s not going to rain.
Can’t rain.
Well, maybe.
And beer, yes, some good dark beer. Stout. A Stout Beer.
What a great combination.
Browsing mountain sides of names and faces and
That’s that one beer I had that one time
“Is it good?” the store clerk looked at me, “Didn’t you just say you’ve had it before?
Didn’t you just say that?” He’s looking at me so damn quizzically.
“Well how do you expect me to remember.”
On the radio, I know that song,
The clerk says, “Mumble mumble, mumble mumble mumble. Mumble”
I hand him his Mumbles.
What is this song?
Oh yeah, that guy, the singer, with the hair, and the pants, and the voice.
Yeah, and the band. And… how much money did I just give him?
I shouldn’t be in charge of things like that. Debit cards for all!
Let’s burn all the cash. It just makes things more complicated.
It’s an image. Like that demon on the napkin, barstool.
I wrote about these day times, these nothing much’s.
Demon / cash.
O this chocolate is good!
O this beer is fine!
I squint into the neighborhoods of people’s lives painted colors
And numbered
The tastes of chocolate and cherries and dark, stout beer
Swirling in my mouth.
Will these cars never stop? I need to cross.
Man it’s hot, and Spring, she plays with me,
Mingling with the beer, chocolate, tugging head strings.
These days, these nothing much’s,
They are okay.