As The Cows Graze

american monotony

yawns another

stretch of sky

for me to

dwell in.

it’s noon

on a saturday.

i’ve had my coffee

and jerked off,

only to put on

Brahms no. 3

and ride the violins

toward my own

horizon.

 

they say

everybody needs

a hobby.

i just like

being alone.

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