some thoughts on what I have been up to

Are you ready the big question
I look up at my blue ragged mountains in the distance against the torn paper sky rising sun.
beyond them lies John
I scream Bitches Brew
more at myself now
head down escaping wind
only sound rhythmic whir whir whir breaking silence

pumping legs round and round

does not help

I am done

the eagle on the no u-turn  sign

neither seems to notice

mad max moment

girls all dressed up

no wear to go

Mouth is mixed with sickly sweet and bitter salt.

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