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

Small slivers
Pencil shaving graphite afterglow...

Opiate artist energy
Welcome to the cyclone prison...

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

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

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

Territorial human beings
walking aimlessly with different ideas...

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

Your adolecent posture
endless...