Saturday, June 15, 2013


Sipping sleepy soup for slackers, I’m stopped by the slack of sizzle on Sunday.

Stunned by the sun straining.

Stray slivers of sun shock me before the salsa starts sliding off my spoon.

Surprised sleepy sound surrounds me.

Sucked sideways I slip slide semi senseless into slumber.
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