in my thirties wormwood writing from belle haven before stepping outside to gather up some clips of the walk to the river

 the days with the learned stops on it all

strangers in public

no more cigarettes anymore changed man

always looking forward to another meal

boredom caffeine daily routines

road life with a travel bag for a few days

the next project ignorant and foolish

the comforts of a paycheck

a prescription medication haze

the same landscapes from the region

getting through virginia in the backseat too

my good friend my dog the poodle

sober entertainment the year goes along

good shoes on my feet 

not as much live music anymore

a fantasy and going into the future

each day little progress on the portfolio

parked car the parking lot

from the suite window the rest of the earth

my parents helpful supervision

the city tonight bored and alone

the humidity and the rock and roll

endless celeb tales of success


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