I TRIED FOR A DAY OUT

I TRIED FOR A DAY OUT

Apparently, she kicked
in music night, able to
regard the server as an
approximation. But ordering
chronologically was never
my thing.

And as many times as
you have, there can be
no real step forward. It
is much more than you think,
because he calls her often,
sometimes.

I don’t know why he
does, though. He’s just
desperate for a flush in
Cuba. I think something could
have happened, though. I knew
his son.

Nobody left to regard
you. So I came back
upon the hog and found
pleasure in renegade streams
in this sector. Don’t expect any
favours.

So much time is wasted.
Quantity is everything, it
seems. Sometimes I’ve got
money, so I’ve no need to tout.
You may hear of her soon, in
Baltimore.