Spots.
Magazines.
All I understood was that you’re portuguese.
Blasting sand bags on scuba tunnels.
On the rocks purified.
Mermafied.
Terrified.
Outrageous.
Daily dose of turpentine.
Divided by the news.
Reel.
Real.
And unwind.
Time to take your pills.
I don’t want those pills.
Take you codger pills you old retched.
What.
I’m Dead.
I’ll just have a glass of water.
Oh I’m dead too.
Rows.
Of Rosemary.
Above what stood once before.
Below.
We’re getting lower.
Even.
Lower now.
Try to.
Hold on.
Almost at the.
Bottom.
Of.
The.
P.                            Garrett Johnson.