sublime

And what about him. Sitting on the bench lit bright in Julys predeceasing sun. Young puppies fell all over each other near by, some say that the artificial brunette with the stolen oversized coat use to be his spiritual sister. He knew, she use to tell him. And like all big brothers, casual dismissal. Now you look at her with your wrathy smile expecting her bones to light up; you even plan ahead the conversation of answers written and known. But it is not known that today, she will not fall over every other, but stand tall with a sleaze in heels and dismiss your knowing smile. She turns away, but you expect it is just the well-known double hesitation before conversation of an old friend. Name the butterfly before it hatches. The scared hare drags her down the aisle and buries her in his rabbit hole away in damp mud and greens. Maybe they see you as a wasted crazy.

This was reactionary news to my brain. Now I gotta sit up straight, smile and spit towards the future to turn it all around.

For a contented future has no use to anyone.

Ah but you hypocrite shouter and screamer of your own older man, mon frère. Go far and gain respect, and wallow in a new family. You hate family, but you love to grow new bones.