Minds by minutes live in it to play a moment relayed by a desire to own it when everyone is walking the other way.

My wife reminds me that I do the best that I can and she loves me for it, it is nice. The type of thing one rewinds in the mind when the morning alarm clock rings.

Things change when the money runs out, the couple becomes closer.

In a manner of speaking

Thinking of drinking away today until tomorrow is forgotten, rotten

When it gets to that point

Time to anoint another way

A display of the resurrection of hope, Presidential in that regard

Hard to find meaning when leaning on pennies to turn into dollars

Bottled like pigs ready to burst from lack of nourishment

Banks banking on the ability to fill their vaults

Giving halt to now

The purple cow has long since crossed the silhouette of the moon

Sometimes the mind reclines within a haze of red wine to define the line between rhyme and reasons for believing that deceiving is not what is happening on a Federal level

Treble adjusted when felt as a high pitch pain in the brain

Left to drain the rights of the swollen into puss for the poor

Poured down the throat of ignorance with a spoon full of sugar

Walls of sound pound the ground into a stark realization

Constellations bring elation to children like fire fly’s in a jar

Twinkling star enrapturing young hearts on the soul of a summer siesta

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