I was talking to the french fries
about my love of golden brown
You  know how you are in a salty
conversation and you don't know
how you got there when you only
and then that plunge into hot oil
that you know is so-oo unhealthy
and that burn you love that burn
and that shake of salt is the light
of day and you pull up a shake
and slake that crunch's salty wake

He did a gnarly no
and a gnarly yes
and yet there were things
he could not profess

S he could S he couldn't
S he sees and
S he has no redress

As a you as a shoe
all these things are
seemingly up to you
coming down on you

I was counting on you
coming through  thru
grading papers & chins
all is if they all was
capers and fins

It takes a
significant number
of individuals
to create this illusion
of me
one of us
adjusts our glasses

I wouldn't say
that broke me
just
another me
left behind
un
voluntarily

i'm so tired
of the lightning
in your words
the ensuing
tightening
of my heart
the deftness
as you practice
your killing art

This white box
is the most
powerful thing
I reel now
in it's sway

I think
I talk
to you

I think
[panic]
[panic]

You  should
'nt stare
here

Gone ing
peek ing
ingout