X and O's

I apologize for my absence.

I know we have missed letters and found mince meat on this road less traveled. Like some fish out of water--they might propose.

Days are filled with less thans and more so's. Like battle ground X and O's. Slapped with the label of pretentious and flailing my arms in the smoke that fills this kitchen grease fire.

Lying in twinkle and tinsel, I kept my reputation straight by stealing a red cup. It was full of bum shouts and simple shakes plus rattles. I sat out on the balcony that night and smoked a fake fag.

I tapped a few toes and awaited a few laughs. I let my hair loose and cut off the rest. I switched from late nights to late mornings instead.