Good Friday
It’s good Friday today & I feel wretched I don’t
know whether I took my meds today. It’s ok I’ve taken em now. But really it’s
the cigareetes who care can’t take care of myself free free bird fried rice. Drink
drink the Sim Sim fruit & obsequious & tight wheezing when walking. I
don’t each that much & yet I’m an old man. I wish I had’ve gone to see Len
today. The day got away from me talking with my housemate. We talk for hours.
It’s great but striped & wheeling around & you didn’t drink pink water.
My stars. My stars. Swollen & entangled in Jesu Krishna so you know it’s
like strawberry icecream I crave. But the supermarket’s close & I couldn’t
be fuck anyway. This woman was gorgeous. Wow. It was like emerging from Plato’s
cave into intel. So save me Jusus like love you. Bring me out of your cave on
Sunday because the crucifix is too dismal for a post-privileged mouse
that roars.
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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