lost.

dear the clock,
you win.
love,
albie
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i lost time like a mutha-lickin' misplaced sundial today.
i lost wages,
whilst wasting away waiting on some wall-playing fence-sitting wafflers.
maybes and maybe-nots,
and assprted 'shoulda/coulda/woulda' weak-saucery.
i lost patience with my patients,
and in turn, they lost consciousness.
that's no joke.
passer-outers,
out like lights,
like over and over and in a row...
low blood sugar?
nerves?
squeamishness?
t.k.o., neighbors.
all of the above and then some, my ninjas.
pale, peaked, pasty, and pallid,
sweaty, wan, weak-kneed and waterbabied-
that's right.....
i lost to induced semi-coma escapism,
and to the lengthy lapses of awake, aware, and amazingness.
dumple-bum floor-kissin' was what kept poppin'.
and that's a hard style on the very best of days.
word.
tiiiiiiiiiiiiiim-ber!
i had duders droppin' down like sequoias an' sh!t, son!
and staying at work three hours late?
c'mon.
time takes time,
and taken time takes the cake.
lame cake, that is.
today was not a top ten calendar marky-marker at all.
i mean it, y'all;
like at all at all.
bedtime is the best time.
know when to fold 'em, ninjas.
the covers, i mean.
lost and found and lost again.
time out;
never quiet, never soft.....