No. 9

Summer 2005

The crew wants to change a light bulb and noticing this ruins the mood. Let’s just say the mood has been ruined and not lighting up. Today my looks out and talks insides to himself, (then I squeezed in the middle of thought…

Not referencing yesterday but it was too short, obviously. The first clue came electronically, rather, fiber optically. You see, technology is happening to me in the form of a riff, or some explanation of the riff that leaves me timeless, thingless, pushy, snide, and setting limits. As climbing onto an old friend in a new place, the riff backs up and runs over the reference section; a cover letter of everything important to you, and I will lie for you. Meaning it’s intense so as to get it over with. The riff, so I can relax. Said placement is random, movement deliberate, and having an end to speak of is good like enough is good enough or

Fire the mocking bird then sleep with an arm over leg out and peaceful. Sleeping easy and sweating; it is the life to come home to, to talk with and depend on this everything. To enjoy with and be craft like. We are not to work. But what if the norm is hiding the stagger? Sweet Jesus and by the way, I’m well (to place bets, hedge, a phone call finally and brown hair warm inside).

Copyright 2005, Tyler Carter

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