the blues at ten

...the made up stuff, mirror, scratches in the sunlight, shit haiku

i’ve smoked all the wine and drank all the baccy.

and it’s got to mean something, but

it’s ten thirty eight, still early.

i may just stay up ’til dawn.

(Could’ve worked better, somehow, with ‘dusk’. But that would’ve been crazy!)

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