I wake, you wake.

Lightheaded, I wonder from the night before?

Next day the same only more.

The solar auctioneer

“Do I hear?

14.2

13.8

10.0”

Lightheaded, air heads no more,

Like Mars:

“going, going gone.”

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By RdotTornello © 2014

The Village Idiot Press


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