.
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the rest of my time was divided between procrastination and contemplation
the plant of my day never saw the sunlight
only until the darkness fell
did my day want to begin
and even as i got ready
i felt heavy with complacency and indifference
the world's tentacles made it to my room
and i was not ready for those huge suction cups
i had to break a window
to lured the squirmy tentacles away
with the music from my accordion
they followed dancing until the ocean
was reached (just as they reached my house, the little bastards)
and they were home
the squid they belonged to was evidently distressed
the sight of his precious tentacles made him squirt a squidish smile
the road back intended to be mysterious and challenging
but my trusty accordion persuaded it
with smoky smoothness
to pretend it was summer and to forget all about the clock
with the night warm as a hug
i made it back
in literally
no time
after cleaning the glass
sleep was wonderful
except
i had this crazy dream
about the world
and it
was controlled by silly men
and their ocean was bleeding
and they didn't do a damn thing
and then i woke up.
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