incidentally any relevancy is set to irrelevant the moment I begin to write with eyes shut tight and wired only to my brain,
a moment for pleasure and the pen and many more for pain,
again it's
almost me as if that bore any relevancy.

you krap it all out on soshul meediyah
take a leak in Wikipedia
sit on
back seats in the cinema
and all to impress the
girl that's meeting you
which means nothing to the dog
that is snapping at your heels.

it feels like all the other before's
before the closure of the doors
and after when after came before
it
was too late to get in the game
it still felt the same.

she said
he said
they said
I said, shut the **** up
to the voices hiding in my head,

the cat yawned slowly
it must be tired too.