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if i did a tarot reading

i think i know what it'd say

but that's the fun of not knowing

the future, it could be

a murder suicide in the parking lot

at the edge of the warehouse district

when she lost the last job, again,

and you don't know if the music

is from your phone or some DISTANT

galaxy you conjured in a subliminal passtime

you spent one morning surfing the gnarliest couch

that came from no where, no when , a few hours

here and there, please don't disturb

the neighbors, it's way past the time spent

well in the white choirs of christmas

that never will be ever clear again.

please dont make experiments in the kitchen

don't light fires that will kill us all

in our fitful sleeps, use your inside voice

and speak in whispers when you make tongues

she said, it's magic, she shared with you

and you decide to play tiger to her dragon

in and out the door all night, pacing to not let go

we can help you but you have to be willing

to compromise. anarchy needs respect 

but it seldom evinces. i dunno, vigilance

and a minder seem to be in order, but i am 

weary and the journey for you is fraught.

please just, be calm, be clear. know you are

loved, even if the love stifles. and if it stifles

too much, you must leave, become else where

else when. listen abbey, we all go through spaces 

of life when bleak is all that matters. when existential

is essential. discovering your godness in a godless

contrivance of existence. or like the budha ...

but you aren't you are warrior, you are sanity 

in this insane world. you are  scirroco  vengance

vendetta the unplugged ipod at three a.m.

wide awake, tippy tappying at the yarn, creating

a warm place to rest your not so weary head.

rest it please. i need to sleep, dont wake me

i plan on sleeping till the postal service picks up