Allen Ginsberg Exercise #4

[dotinthesky]

The beats of a machine I touch overclouding the chirping outdoors, a cool interior lit by sunshine against red walls, green forms leading the eyes up to the blue sky.

Sitting in the guesthouse's reception, drinking coffee with milk, listening to iTunes on shuffle (M83), unshowered, early Saturday morning.

If I don't uncross my legs, I'll make my lower back problems worse.

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[wink-martindale.livejournal.com]

Haha nice one!