cant

think of it now


as you lay

in dusty
mist

and mountains surround your head
like a

granular headset.


prying these eyes open in the morning


is a wonderful dream
when you have money to waste,

mostly your stockings are still wet from the juice on the counter.

haven't smiled in 2 years.

laughter is just laughable at this point.


dave is your ***** and I knew it all along--

but I still sit at your altar when you pray to other holymen.


am running on steam,


and am slowly losing my cool.

COOL.

cool

cool


cool.



houdini never needed a crowd
just
the attention