woke with my stomach gnawing my ribs and the scent of lilacs too strongly in my nose
feeling like hitchhiking to the trans-siberian railway
two weeks on a train in the middle of nowhere
nothing but vodka and the snowy landscape to stare it from the shaking cars
if there is a place to get your head screwed so far on it pops and thread and begins spinning backwards
that sounds like it
either that or three pots of coffee and some burnt toast while staring at the sunrise over a different desolate landscape
my nose is clogged
guess it doesn’t matter anyway
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Killer writing. And it is indeed raining in Texas.
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the sun is finally coming out. At least where I am in DFW
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The oddity of this poem is clogging my brain! It’s overwhelmingly good. 🤘
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thank you sir. heads winky this morning, translates into my daily word vomit.
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😂
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