Whawas I thinking this morning he hemmed  It was clever whaever it was   Whawas it   Wasnt yet eight

Goddammit  Gone   Departee polyhombre

   Where does it go

Don know but when it goes it goesnot a footprint no trail walks on rock in a creek

                                                                                        Aint no bloodhound can follow 

What  was   it  Why isit the clever ones die young 

                                                        hed done everythinganything he could think of to shake his brain treat it like a can of warm beer yank the tab nada  no aerosol ejaculate   foam

                                                                                    luke  warm

   Where

if he knew how to find Where a vast subterranean vault artesian wellcoudnt forget tha if he tried  grewup on Artesian 

if he knew How reminiscing would be impossible everything on the front burner gasflame blasting yet unable to cook all the gooses that earlier had run out of his head

this mornings No Sir  long gone 

                                    but he remembered it was clever

   Time to move on

cop said Move along, move it along folks nothing to see here, nothing to see, move along. cowboy said Git along, git along little doggies.

he did

        dragging as feet as he did

b4 8,  Monday,  8  5. 23

101preferred,  Monday