Friday, February 18

happy returns.

i did not shoot the sheriff.
it may have actually have been the deputy, anyway.
still,
the messenger is never ever really the one to blame.
that's a real thing.
***********
over and out, connecticut.
a lot of driving,
almost no sleeping,
and a double dose of tatzap fever....
i'm home again, home again.
all jiggety-jig an' that.
late to bed and early to rise,
and a whole highway or three full of
road warrior poetry,
plus a couple of quickie fill-in tattoos,
and the day is done.
hard.
and so am i .
finished with being awake.
finished with being at work.
finished with being in the car.
over.
and out;
never quiet, never soft.....

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