I sit and stare at blank white
what, I wonder, shall I type?
Is there anything that can set me write?
Until static fills my head and
cosmic background radiation drones through my
radio station fingers, I have nothing. I am
nothing.
Why do I have to drink to right?
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 1:40 AM UTC
I sit and stare at blank white
what, I wonder, shall I type?
Is there anything that can set me write?
Until static fills my head and
cosmic background radiation drones through my
radio station fingers, I have nothing. I am
nothing.
Why do I have to drink to right?
from the summer.