Rusty chainlink thoughts pass slowly through my...
Bending time back and forth...

Small slivers
Pencil shaving graphite afterglow...

Your adolecent posture
endless...

The only light was the scattered embers from the...
I stepped on the closet...

Territorial human beings
walking aimlessly with different ideas...

The subtle, underlying taste of butane
through the filter of my cigarette...

Through the years I've been;
chewed up...

Molten anxiety,
Black fountain pen ink travels through my main...

Opiate artist energy
Welcome to the cyclone prison...