“a step over, sweet dreams, wethepeople” by Letson Williams

last night was crazy hazy drunken foolishness sided with stupidity unfortunately

it was my stupidity you see too boring a story to tell all in all and it’s just as well because feelings got hurt/lessons got learned and it was merely proof of proof but i

i was sad drunk at that greek place that used to be near the other thing trying to keep my friend from passing out in her saganacki breakfast one booth over the king and queen of indie rock sit with a lonely friend and this odd girl who is very smart but impatient and sometimes voracious all too typical but insists on shaking hands hello and goodbye with a firmness and formality that turns to respect it’s a step over when she used to just as amusing i don’t know the first thing about the picasso was it yours you told me all sorts of things i’m thinking about maybe toronto

alfred weekend last time last one the work impressed the details confessed kind makes you look hard eyes hurt transfixed to the black shirts and you see things that aren’t there you see things in hard air felt across the room priceless i hope your merlot brings sweet dreams and lady day i hope she gets clean the easter sickness felt mean in your living situation

lumbar puncture spinal tap to you and me didn’t still sleep the concrete evidence track meet resulting in undue heat despite knowing an appointment was necessary for better results better than half a chance the test will be wrong better than half what kind of wrong should i sing along are my sins that tall

‘no you didn’t tell me that’

well, that’s the way it goes that’s most of what we know and there is more than half a chance that we’re wrong but we told you that all along there could be a negative test for her for this and you still have it and besides we were going to go ahead no matter what the tap says we must whethepeople he replied says i

and continue

yes and no i want to see the test to know what we’re dealing with even though there’s half again a chance that we still won’t know what it is after this i apologize for not being there and due concern for the way you stare in utter seriousness which seems like despair schedule a time four days in a row starting on a monday at eight a m

my eyesight will return to normal allegedly and will stay that way for a minimum of six weeks supposedly but then who knows contradictorily maybe forever but highly unlikely

good gray people is what the world is coming to
almost tired enough to choose to lose a list of possible side affects over the abundance of heatlthcare checks saying ‘no’ both before and after you left thoughtless and bible black i’ll try it once and then i’m going to get a new eye don’t look surprised you knew it right right

okay the heat

yes i’ve been surviving the nice little breeze of she’s and it’s lovely despite some of the we’s some of the names and some of the sights ouch it hurts right right i used to have my room the fan listening to the rain relaxing with the tip tip tapping with the present unwrapping a future determined to remain uncertain the house on highland some of my friends working one another over but later at night the thought that i might take the new route home the one you said you know to be the quick route east when traffic’s the least i say ‘thank you’ and ‘please’ coming off the medicinal dilation turning down offers of drug recreation often enough to start to feel rude but still not interested in quaaludes or bad news the white boy blues or oddly enough truth

i saw all your lights and windows open nine o’clock start for wishing and hoping made me keep driving to effort surviving rude tuesday rude too day early one late the other

hearts and flowers late summer showers

one long night of suicidal ideation and then a photo session for the paper with slit brown eyes against a knit black shirt and all of gerale’s lifetime of hurt masked by manner and memory candor and comedy rancor and remedy

so i was exhausted but tough and propped up enough conceived as a birthday four friends knowing the other well enough to be themselves undertones of the great unknown and choices that were made and shown to be less that what we wanted see it was

the raging amounts of that social lubricant count alcohol brought forth discussions about right/wrong white people communism r e m art earth tones in commerce candy for rowers dulak’s politics appearances willie horton violins and violence made from buffalo meat lentils and scotch michael’s unfailing need to be caught doing pranks on his cell phone and false accusations the through truth in plausible inter relations barn cats rabbits the beatles’ bad habits a snare sound that might make you think that it’s static or attic stabbing snoring and eno some piano player who makes everything slow his name is satie or maybe matisse and maybe he’s the one to set chuck connelly free with oven-fresh eyes you and the like sedaris and strangers waiting to strike spain odd clinics rabies vaccines broken glass bit of dash and copper rings neighbors haters keeping things straight ann arbor try harder it’s getting so late the type of discussion that interesting way we go from topic to topic to tropic too late anna gave me keys so i can hold the exhibition pretty far along for unfamiliar for breakfast for the other day for texas for essjay
enjoy the clouds they bring you beautiful silence


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