Paint.

Sourdough pretzels and Heineken.

A new key to a different back door.

Wireless internet.

And the personal demise of summer evening socialities.

What do these have in common?

Me.

What might I possibly have in common with you?

A propensity for ecstasy.

And greatness through groundwork.

Now if only Earth would get where’s it going…

And love would find me in this evil tree.