am

/ william

the morning’s first rum doesn’t know
how much i need him to help
me paint, but his brother number
five does

// charles

i find no beer and no milk in
the fridge so i scratch my balls and
sigh to settle for third time used
filter coffee

/// richard

fucking clock buzzzing and {whack!}
and it’s black and the rain drums more
on the tin than a snare brush and
i turn over

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