The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Observe from afar 
Stupefied into silence
The daily discourse


About time for golden silence to infect the occupant



Occasionally struck
By a stray ray of kismet 
Causality queue 
Affect a casual stance
While waiting for the effect
 


Three sheets to the wind
One maudlin Martini slurp
Follows another
A blizzard of bar coasters 
Under turned over new leaves



a ray of reason
can break the maudlin silence
by turning new leaves



Phrazez that Payzez 

Turning common misery
Into ordinary unhappiness
One day at a time.

I may not be a great marksman, but I once shot an ocelot in my slippers and pajamas. How that cat got into my pajamas I’ll never know. But the story always made Captain Spaulding drool when he entered through his stolen Groucho Marx joke portal.

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