Why, oh why
Must this sky be kept grey?
Dreams tunneling deeper pushed from the light
And clear thoughts mixed awry.

Double digits aint a blessing friend.
Double halfway near the end but I hardly even see it.
Day 11 of what is it you can’t even recall?
Oh Christ bound fast in ******* filthy cell,
This is how the angel fell.

Sing me a sweet song.
First you’ll have to turn and tune that tickled tooth
I don’t enjoy an off key worker bee.
But what’s wrong with me?
Would you like an honest opinion or a real one friend?
That lady’s lackluster list leads to no end
Hm…
So I’m eternal
No just shut up and keep that pathetic journal

How to paint a landscape through riveted steel window screens.
Well there’s three trees two and one of a kind
At least a dozen boring bushes caught in my mind
One connected building opposite, white with orange and gray
And a whole bunch of people moving.
All while Buddha sits.