Any last words
that sounded ominous
wasnt associated with a haywagon ride to a guillotine gallows firing squad blindfolded No
he
was turning in for the night catch a little shuteye said out loud
his
last words
Good night
however
he expected roaming
visages to come to his sleeping consciousness
years ago he crossed unconsciousness off the books
nightly he was joined at the hip with an anticipatory consciousness
kids excited knowing Christmas was in the morning
there were times
times he wished for the National
Association of Broadcasters their Seal of Good Practice end of the day it followed by the Indian head test pattern the drone
sometimes
he was streaming way ahead of service programmes
it turned out to be a good night
again
0100, reggaefriday,
4th of July ‘25
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