he still held Millers Tropic of Cancer

I have a question you might like to ask for a cut-up

                                                      his girlfriend his partner in crime

she took to cut-ups like a meateater on a thick ribeye

Whatcha got

What will happen to you tomorrow?

Happen to me

To you.

he turned the book over and over in his handshis eyes closed concentrated on what would happen to him tomorrow

that was a big question as she knew he was tremendously gratefulhappy when his eyes sprung open in the morning

that they and he were still there  not dead cremated

What will happen to me tomorrow what will happen to me tomorrow to me to me   tomorrow

he set Tropic down on the table opened the book tilted his head opened his eyes and dropped them on the revealed page

--  I like to think of him as the one who extended the boundaries

--  strange figures peer out at me

--  rubbing my hands again

--  returned to the provinces for awhile

--  when the cold weather sets in the princess disappeared

--  “That’s why they are keeping you there!”

--  inside me things are running smoother than any Rolls-Royce

--  beating my chest like a gorilla

Twosday,  2  6. 09

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