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The hummin’ came from the hummer that started when I buzzed the buzzer, which ended when I clutched the black handle with both hands and pushed out onto the street. I ran to the corner and made a tight right because most intersections meet at right angles, right? A drop from a dirty old awning found its way into the hole at the top of my coffee cup.

And We! Are back!

Wondrin’ what’s wrong with this landscape, feelin’ the ground with my hands and the soul of privilege pressed squarely at my back. The pangs of lunacy addressing my backside, baby! Sailin’ for a living workin’ as a hobby like a dull knife’s afterthought – the beach resort of life. The Ohio wilderness at my back! The leaves turned and turned all around my head with my troubles and a mixed up maniac stirrin’ the pot wondrin’ thinkin’ all about crazy fates and faithless paranoia. Where we goin’ baby? We’re goin’ where we always end up goin’ ya heard me honey? Open the door by pressing against the black handle. At the end of my time, I hope my mind’s aligned.

Crossing guard, let me pass to the other side! It looks so bad that I’ve been running and now I have to wait for the light. At the end of the fiery tunnel to the promised land, there’s a cliché and a license agreement. I misunderstood the former and forgot the latter. After business time, it specified. I laughed in its face and dreamed of America the land of orange lights and slick sidewalks. A light was on in one apartment (galactic tone) so I broke in and stole everything she owned. A late night arrival to a spired-city (galactic tone) ought to inspire criminal activity. She’s the one for me, so I swung around the corner, made a tight right ya heard?

I heard ya honey, I heard ya loud and clear this room has great acoustics. She sighed and reflected on her baptism. I stood in the doorway and sent the little broken chain link whipping into to the Ohio wilderness under her futon. In a corner…in a lot, in an old broken downtown spot was where I put the heavy black bag baby! And as dawn disturbed the big city, I hunched over a weak watery coffee and couldn’t take another sip.

The hole I was in now + all the incompatible feelings had me hurdling towards the fact that I was headed to Central Park next. I shouldn’t look so far ahead, baby let’s share some spit, rollin’ round in the riverbrush of the Ohio watershed. I can dream cain’t I? Slither towards me fucker and I’ll sucker-punch you right where it stings. You and I ain’t so different after all, Jersey. Gimme something to wear and I’ll be off. This bus sucks I want a new one, I want a new set of undies honey. Let’s transfer - let’s sniff out something better.

After the homicide I went back to her apartment and sat at the little table, blood glimmering on the hardwood floor so I got a sponge and cleaned it up. I knew the cops would come and bust down the door and take me away and that was fine with me I believe in justice. I believe in the system because back in the old country shit’s corrupt. I read an interesting article about lock-picking. Fascinating stuff.