strangers on the plane

 

easter in detroit
 -or-
call the lawyer

 

my judgement is when i/f locate the false offender, it will be congenial. my assumptions

may be presumptuous (redundant), but i'm swimming in pools of liqueur, off a high-dive of

sobriety. this place is as hard to deal with as lands w/ ports; wait, maybe i should lay

off the cptn morgan's before constructing analogies. maybe.

 

once a pirate, always a pirate is a a platitude that mathematically had to have been

uttered at least once in real-life history. the modern pirate probably targets trucks. w/

the economy so downtrodden, however, i wonder about its profitability. it seems like a

zero-sum game.

a side-note: recently watched a re-run of the x-files, it involved a convoluted

conspiracy, life in the fast-lane, a land of castration; i think it involved a cow, maybe

it was fringe; re-veal.

 

i (patiently) wait for the tabulations, eschew schematics, escrow my ego. in a calculated

way, i made my inlay down hanley, paving a sophisticated 3-brake: so much rhyme i made

this a fade-away. now the case is in the jury and the dungeon is in transition. a

calamity awaiting decision.

 

my sentence runs as long as these syllables. it may contain alien constructs; it may be

inaccessible. loose lips sink ships, but my job is to navigate this haze. make a home.

not drown in the days. upon reading the verdict, i came to an impatient cross-roads (an

x-y-z critical dynamic): it read reasonable doubt; i thought maybe.