Somewhere to dump the random cacaphony of **** ricocheting against the thinning vault of my skull like a prison yard handball
Nowhere to go but in perpetual motion nonetheless
Drolly counting a cadence without the revelry of enlightenment or the hope of release
What should be pearls of wisdom precipitously condensed by the weight of time within an elegant carapace formed under the irradescent glow of a witches moon are just chili seeds gathering dust in an old septic tank rusting under a dimming streetlight in an Albuquerque back alley
Hard kernel remnants of rellenos long since evacuated