Walking from room to room

Following thoughts that have

Just left

Truth appears in two places at once

Atomic :

The newspaper says

That an apple is always an apple

But what about when it's coated in candy

Or cored and stuck with a weed-packed conepiece

And smoked by peach fuzz boys

Behind dusty sheds

Like where we planned to stash

Porn magazines

Before we realized

That the damp would rot them

And the internet

Killed print media?

Leaves are falling from the trees now

And Fall has never sounded

More beautiful

And less complicated

Than Autumn.

Teach yourself to think stupid

A teacher once told me

And every day I learn more.

What am I trying to say?

I don’t have an answer

Except this

And whatever comes next

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