The freeze up came after early dreams and beat the alarm clock. So where was the dark cloud? I tucked it in the night before, I looked behind everything. The mirror was daydreaming, my refection as holy as cops at strip clubs, not quite sick and not quite well--this was not heaven, was not hell. We’ll rendezvous at the end of this last cigarette and run to the clean air capitol of the world. We’ll shoot the shit with cap guns so no words hit the page, that’s clean living. Lift heavy things in a way that never hurts--all smiles no sunburns.