Sunday, April 15, 2007

Friday, June 16th. 7:42 PM


Extra large.
Two cream, one sugar.
That's where I'll find some clarity.
(Really, I have things to do.)

First I'll stop at the pharmacist.
Ask to see the Mad Russian.
Maybe he'll provide me with some answers.
(Really, I have plans to keep.)

If he's not available,
I'll knock on the laughing pirate's door.
Ask him if he can can still see the future with one eye.
(Really, I have ideas to tinker with.)

But first someone wants to talk to me,
He whispers so He sends Mary.
Her message is simple; her delivery violent.
(Really, I need to be somewhere.)

When one door closes, another one opens.