self inflicted, i know
work in a store reading
between customers
belly up to the check-it-out check out line
back to reality
back to back
slam the carts, the damn reason to be slammed carts
damn swivels need oil,
ask the oilers to work overtime tonight
ha, parking lot joke, ha
cold in parking lot with high horizontals
warm fluff collar and hood
fur in mouth but warm so shut up, self.
shut up Stevie Wonder midi files looping
plastic coated handles
slush makes hard pushing
yellow lines are predicted
any time soon
then a bad night is just hard rain
I would look up more often at the stars someone told me about
if not the lights
the high ones bright orange/white
the steam lights rain drops like
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