Posted in doodlings , writings in the air
It’s going to be the sunny side This is my traffic over the night each oceanic morning like a cutter nothing from nobody? I’m becoming 1952
[Drawing: doodlepipski]
WALKING TO WORK
from now
on. Get out, all of you.
and how
should I range my pride
if I
confuse the dark world is round
round who
in my eyes at morning saves
the street.
Who are you in love with?
me?
Straight against the light I cross.
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