make lemonade tomorrow

delusion lemonade (tanka)

another year dead
another dread come to pass
another dashed hope
as you drift to sleep you wretch—

make lemonade tomorrow

What I’m Reading:

“But those were good days … and now like everything else, the cigarettes and the wine and the cock-eyed sparrows in the half-moon, it’s all gone. A sorrow heavier than tar. Goodbye, goodbye.”

— Charles Bukowski / On Writing

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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