It’s late in the algebra of the day, dogs on their sides; I’m trying to solve for the color blue as the world crashes to the ground in a heap of steel and plastic. Join me for a drink? A walk? Carry me through a song that carries in it an antidote for fear. Let’s sit a while & contemplate the simple truths: tea tannins, piano solo, dog fart. I’m looking for an angle of light, a chill breeze shot through the body, straight into my criminal heart.
Dusk in the Pandemic
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