own it baby. ownnnnnn it.
(to start swiffer-time mopping
so Isaac doesn't come prodding for
neat room-mate era
(lol)ling)
I think the goal here - and hear me out - is to
( this should be sung in a song )
stop your father from falling
on crumbling path walking
from too-far pretty place
on I-drive-now- routing
across 580 bridge stalling
to stop all male mocking
peaceful thanksgiving
short-lived family watching
to back across-bridge
look smug in a truck, dislodging
on now-bay-bridge era crawling
like traffic and this funny time sprawling
san Andreas fault edging to falling
on cusp-of-winter cocking
to prove evolving and then stopping
on bridges
planes cars boats and people
revolving, revealing
smalltime rhythming
and all the time stalling.
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