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Grapes
One more day of life one more day at a time one more day complete with lack of sleep and food enough to feed my army of one; eye grape. Eye shrapnel off eye splinter some. We live vicarious lives even wanting to be like children again and love to come to old men and love to come to old women again but we keep it legal the ewe is 46 eye am 53 a match of adult harmony. Grapes not of wrath but willing flesh to partake of all the life long tests of love. Somewhere under an air conditioner there is a perpetrator sleeping the hung over of the dead air is blowing on his head he is luxury in bed. He is harmless all alone but he hooks up with his buddies and they roam they seek to kill an innocent. Eye danced in place today the ribbons were the ones of jade the paper dragon fly was eye and dance and prance the eye was sweet soul innocence a grape in place eye twisted and eye pirouette in fashion eye became the dance eye tapped and moved the eloquent from one side of my seat to here where eye am now the eye. The melon ball was missing but the tuna melted and the candy breaded brunch became my left over oven lunch the misery of just chewing is replaced my breaking bread and swallowing the teeth inside my stomach maw will chew the bread some more the Android form not noticed by the student men the women knoe the women saw. They sniff disdainfully no time for pseudo human they pack the notebooks carry swiftly on to class and then back home to sniff rather loudly at one another and say things like did ewe notice his shirt and he had on a dirty vest so dirty an old man where does he get those clothes and he seldom washes in the washes and the ditches of the homeless city where he dwells a grape but seedless in his nation. Yeh eye nosh the grape and add the cheque to all eye dew the Government funding finally came threw. The thief attacked my window ledge he left a mark of scuffed on ledge a long and rather fool proof plan the window lock was jimmy then eye saw the streak of man. One long oblong whitish made of glass the Mason jar was a gift from mother the grape jellied and it jammed in a hole much bigger than a mouth eye ran to window ledge and there between the cracks was cheque the thief so hot so carefully in step to reach the open grounds where off he goes so swiftly with the envelope so empty it was close but cheque remains the purloined letter in plain sight the window ledger holding all my many nights of peanut and with grape. He stopped to pull the sliver of the silver glass from shoe and that was his only big mistaken trace to tell me thief had come and gone on window ledge with grape for money is a very god today he dances in his place but having carefully pried the window shut he dances without grace of Government in form of money for the grapes he dances quite the lonesome nut alone no grapes no added stolen funds. And so eye write the many sided facets of mye life complete with peanuts and with grapes some coffee and some fun a dance a rise a skilful surmise of sublime import the feelings come a man alone so all alone and living in his love eye dance with grapes eye rise and complete another theme another mise and add another grape to pile. One more.
