hiccups (used)

I have the hiccups and my leg is ringing but otherwise itÕs a statuesque day. Today I think we should all play harmonicas and live in sun-faded slate-gray shacks without indoor plumbing.
	Everything leaving all at once in all directions.
	Would your life seem more meaningful in duotone? A kind of warm brown wash to color your eyelids like the thunderstorms, flash flooding down the the Rialto, right by that house on the sharpest bend of River Road, that one with the mailbox perpetually down, victim to countless corrosive glasses of gin?
	My mailbox has been down for some time. 
	Everything is digitalized. I pay my bills on my looks anyway asshole.
	Naw. It ainÕt so bad as all that. Or even if it is just drop a little beat in it. Make it dance. Make it get loose. Ah ha push then pull. Hey we all have our moments of skin tone awareness but anyone can move if the beat is right. 
	On the edge of autumn where the last fireflies still tango in time changes and the hush that comes after the last beat drops and you stumble it down the line to the head-hanging hour at which all regrets are cashed for last minute glimpses in reflective, cruel toilet water, here weÑ
	Dean is out. Jimmy is up. Chloe is down. Maya is in between. And the beat is dropping into slate-gray outhouses where we sit waiting for the paper. The news. The leaves of grass that we used to use.