10 cents less than I had a minute ago

dizzy from the pancakes
banging on my heritage
angering thy neighbors
yelling at the mirror
painting the hallway
watching the 12 blink

and I can't recall the point

and I can't resume from the point where I left off

cold from the lack of heat
socks on my lower appendages
these keys unlock something
these keys on my key ring
I hope they don't hate me
I don't care
sorry for the mess I left in your ear drum
sorry for the taste I left in your head

that's where I draw the line

that's where I take out a pencil and draw a picture of my heel

I apologize for my me
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don't correct me
o s, dsf

nougat

I have succumbed to the attractive lure of nougat.
If I was able to swim in a pool of it, I would, without hesitation. 
If my house was made of nougat, I would quickly become homeless.
If my car was made of nougat, I would have no transportation. 
If the sun was made of nougat, the world would become dark and cold...
 
unless of course, the spaceship required to get me to the sun was made of nougat. 

conclusions

this song is without refrain
an errand without a list
like water down a well
a woman never kissed

as gazed upon as one horned mares
discussed as oft as flightless stares

I smile at muse so plain banal
the rest, I know, don't care at all

I conclude, from evidence
that spells a word so clearly said
my thought are best off kept to me
inside my lonely head