Skipping saturday

There's a first time for everything

Every echoed chambers ring like a belfry caught in studio reverb

it was hollow like an empty deja vu-future that has yet come to pass 

a laugh quilted in insufficient funds and broken glass-guiltily jilted and melting in class

as if burned like ash

you think you type windows between tape and gin

again, again, again

relaxing in a grin 

a part from the past 

of what has and has been

relying on fate smashed into fences sputtering of repentance 

a pittance of a sentence riding on mcdonalds tips scoffing within the trunk 

scoffed coffee burns in the way that I talk--sharp and angrily 

I don't want to be

 resting in two minute naps that seem to last into forever

tasting ice and testing the weather

stormily full of hail 

directed at the clientele can't you tell he's a

 a miser, a mister, a master-ful thing

fading with the sun

hanging off a green river two weeks after an old person dance 

falling as flat as a sharp note

they were only knees

nothing else-- 

Just metallic.