Eye Sore

Nearsighted, Citizen Same’s residency is vulnerable like a summer melon. Bye, winding herds drive by with no hesitancy. On Beverly, life is suddenly crushed by drive-bys who jump the curb. The scene of an accident causes disturbance in the neighborhood while everyone is asleep. The weak do not make a peep like a child: seen and not heard. A bent wheel carries the same things we care about. Not lesser because it’s not stowed away in a dresser. Some keep their core fit inside closets. Better off is not direct deposit unless it’s his spirit who the god of this age objects. New text message.

Do not intervene on Rossmore because it costs us more. What day of the week? Wages of the weak are hourly eye sores surrounded by no vacancies. What’s written on the transparencies speak something differently for the joint-heirs who rely on the supplier of all things. Mad men far off worry about their needs. There exists a gladness when the chords of death are cleverly severed by the Lord even though they mangle the mind by entangling thoughts. And action. The concrete sidewalk melts away by calling the name of Jesus for a reservation in the highly rated kingdom. Fast glass is surely farsighted, but faith in Christ has brought us near by his blood. In the blink of an eye, precious in his sight. He noticed how the black beanie slips off in slumber before me. Before me.