I DROPPED you off
  you left a smile
& though lone men
turn toward heat
 — your lottery
is a black fly
   within Chardonnay
: are you wondering?
   bad advice you just
cannot take?   And who
sang:  “a butterfly born
is alive to fly”  and we
are a crashDOWN : utter/
thinking\ radiating free
rays of hellos and goodbyes
   pink colors next to it
don’t  you feel or think?
like female flesh feeling
more than men — such good
advice you cannot take.
     Miss Safe kiss goodbye
Mister Fly of Life:  it’s
   it short life looking
for another: to breath away.

:: 07.23.2020 ::

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