“‘Leven O’Clock Lights”


Eleven* o’ clock

sweats through my sheets like August:

get up – catch a breeze!

 

  • (This works twice a day ’round here – but this time it was morning and I was lazing on a freshly laundered bedsheet spread over a convenient couch so I could play the AMFAMTIPDIC like it was mine only invention instead of George’s kid brothers’ strangled attempt to say AM FM Tape Deck…)

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