peanut butter brickabrack as i crammed and patted

a suncake with my rough sweaty mitts,

turning my dry eyes to the north

there is a path, the patty slips through my fingers,

returning to sludgy dust

i crawl, my belly

dirty fingernails grasp a cobblestone, follow, step, round and windy

to the honey pie where everything is fine

turnabout and find super souped-up herbal extract

refined for pureness of taste, color, clarity. .

mission defined positronic emission motor, running  alumi-titanium alloy palloi gears, not fast or efficiently, never smooth or comfortably, rough, steady and very slowly

until the job is done. . . .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this is what Seroquel is like, he he. . .

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