Mall rat lingering
No cash-beginning to end
Haggard and forlorn.

Tired, but wired
Espresso love at se7en
Sleep is for blockheads

Instinct becomes arbitrary when my willpower deters my integrity
Aspirations are mere illusion when my intuition exceeds my ailing grasp

A ******* creep of disintegrating fantasies releases
a
sense
of realism.

Nicotine surfs my limbs
as thoughts align with tectonic disasters.

Malice masks insinuating balance,
An inevitable roar of discontent prefaces
A cruising tune of initiated indifference
yet hope

****** with headphones in
Longboarding never felt so
good this late at night.

Receding snowlines,
befuddled bark, emit the
breath deep in my lungs

Your eyes,

they catalyze-

an anaerobic exercise

of my loosely stitched heart
& sepia stained scruple

If you squint once more
i might rationalize

a brief grasp,
graze,
and galvanize.