Here are some mishaps from mainlining madness

The stars now seem sinister..

they hang from twine on a crowded skyline

like so many peepholes for a pervert god

I could never live up to these fantasies now mass produced

I DON'T HAVE THE ANSWERS

I'm not sure what constitutes base line normalcy

When considering a suited institutions interpretation of reality...

Lines perpetually blur into an infinite numb

Did free will give us the devices for denying our own mechanics?

How do you reconcile a mind retired from wondering?

Are these crowded spaces nothing more than sad faces displacing silence?

and how much enamel was lost...

in pursuit of despondency?

Ponder a fond portrayal

like we don't all cling to crumbling foundations

You may find me accidentally existing inside a stranger I never intended

You may find me blissfully malfunctioning..

break down illuminated by fluorescent hums

Some concrete charades for gray days full of time

Now and then...

I can pretend my plight for silence transcends the rational