A SnUoMnMsenEsicRal Sun

A grey and wilting sunday ripples outside my window…
the broken summer sun dares to make its’ move
to sneak the clouds’ suspect
scream!
at the disobediant buildings
and chip slowly at the black–plastic garbage bag on the road outside my window
poor o’ poor o’
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staunch in her regard for this the black plastic garbage bag
adore
adorned with garnish too slick a red ribbon
avoided paths of you the quick livin’
sit we sit on the ripple summer sunday
framed by the sill sixteen
still mixed scene
I love that we pretend to know ends
pretentious no friends
but the sun me sun ra
summer summer sun

Eagerly Awaiting