Tea in the morning.
Grapefruit in the day.
Grapes at dusk.
Flowers in the dark.
It smooths the edges, dulls the corners, lights your mind.
All the more reason too sit out on a summer.
Its a simple routine, to satisfy.
A night ballet in a yard of shrapnel
Cobwebs of mudflaps.
Humid garage, ice cubes down my back.
I'm a fire in a moonlit asphalt world.
Warmed from this day.
It tickles my toes.
A free mind that's a mess,is better than a chemically altered state of being.
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