lil buddy with the nuts
grabs whatever
is around
and i am found
on the lip
of the curb
where i
disturb no one
with my smelly
mistakes
free from
the straitjacket
of here to there
and i don’t
really care
how it sounds
or if my laugh
has gotten
too big
for its britches
i keep building
bridges and
holding out
for a smidgen
of certainty
the gestalt
melting
into droplets
all
awash
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