Rain hits the pavement like vinyl hiss
I light a menthol, dismiss the abyss
The alley breathes steam from a breathing grate
Greg’s little paw left clues at the gate

I trace his trail through leaking light
The city hums with feral spite

Sail me now through sodium foam
Greg took the vial and fled from home
Beneath the bricks where shadows comb
I chase the heat, I chase alone

Lunchbox clutched in his trembling teeth
He darted past the abattoir wreath
Old Mrs Drench said he muttered "south"
With peanut butter still on his mouth

A squirrel with cause, a crime in tow
The pawn shop burned three hours ago

Lift me now through static fog
Greg met a man who spoke in log
Their pact was sealed beside the bog
I track them both through dream and smog

The motel clerk had eyes like chalk
He offered soup. He wouldn’t talk
But under the bed, a Polaroid lay
Greg and a penguin, running away

The fuse is lit, the scent is clear
This isn't just a rogue frontier

Throw me now through basement flame
Greg’s made contact, changed his name
He answers only to Mister Frame
And doodles sigils none can tame

Day Two: Greg's Escapade

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

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Day Two: Greg's Escapade

MC Horsebones