Raping a guitar like ripping philosophy and matter and time and pages swinging on the wind, being a book on history/// you're so awesome and i will check out the others of course but you dont sound like me at all; trust me, we're all thieves in this bloody game! now , the myth the math the crawling back.

i wink with time and clutch my insides
with laughter that breaks
shores into fires and runs with it.