I rode on, my arts majors
stashed it in storage
and fell asleep
lyndale was a really bumpy ride
or a ride but she didn’t
so meaning to bike
I just randomly
listened to Queen and
my room is clean
because into it some other podcast
went to the bowling alley and ran thinking
functioning I went thundering
later so I get a beer

bike to lake work
raining didn’t do much of anything I really need to do
Levi the parking lot
I guess I can start that now
both hanging Morrissey
really loud, out in my dishes
when I got home
I woke up correctly

For more about this poetry format, look here, where it started.