Drop The Scull

I woke up three days ago
with thousands of

w i t h k n  
 r s s a n g words

         ripping ((a  p  a  r  t))

to the steady drumbeat
of a free-fa
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,humming "I Hope I Don't Fall In Love With You"

                                        which
                                    made
                                 me
                            feel
                     stupid

                about all the possibilities
of falling in at first sight twice with you
which is more realistic (and optimistic)
than most concepts said to be real.

                                    The world
looking blue and beautiful in the balmy abyss
on the blissful road to alienation,  

the wine tasting better than usual.