afternoon
it's indiscernible if there is no Master and nothing but disaster will make the crowd laugh out loud in these stolen scenes wreaking of what it means to be dead on arrival concerning your dreams and left field is a good place to start to keep things from falling apart and if it's live and memorable then the venerable host in charge will succumb to your influence and raise your status from second best to an honored guest with another portal to be scrubbed and made perfect while the afternoon builds


While the afternoon builds…
I often have a hard time understanding poetry, but I still read every one of your poems. 😉 This sounds like someone struggling to create something nice in chaos…maybe? Idk