peddling past on my rusty cruiser, I trespass and trust fast. a touch of taste minding my failing business. the whiteness of eyes and thickness of thighs make it easy to abduct seductions. excuse me your life is waiting. bread and butter, thread and cutter. I watched your chest rise. I watched it fall in the reflection on the wall. karate kidding defenses. looking for a vacation of self medication. usually not, the glorious moments are captured. I saw a shadow run by in the fall. I saw a garbage truck driver throw trash out his window. vulnerability always rides in your passenger seat without a seatbelt. it's like not being invited to your best friend's wedding. comatose lions guard the park's entrance, dirty fowl play in the dust. I time travel in my sleep.
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"trespass and trust fast." what a brilliant image.
i love this journey of the dream, as it is a pure reflection of our consciousness while we are unconscious.
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