the genius woke up on the floor
it was his office
with some chairs and a phonograph
listening to Dylan, tearing a way out of the player
full blast, loud, space consuming
he could feel the vibrations
trembling on the floor
he sat up and thought about his plans for the day
he woke up, which was lucky because
because
he drank half a bottle of peppermint schnapps
he smelt funny
no shower in a couple days
he was conserving smoke and soap
that was what he thought he was doing
then he sneezed
and it went into the air
and annie bay smelt it
she looked at him
and smiled
smells like chicken
the genius cooked chicken
oh annie bay, he thought
he was henry
where he laughed at those days
this makes sense in the genius way
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