recycle comforts
watch them collapse in your hand
vomit excuses

never really get
be so desperately safe
waiting for nothing

later’s not better
later’s never even real
we just want it so

the something silly
we’re all in our own comas
just as we’d like it

analyzed patterns
addiction is powerful
it maps out failures

degeneration
instant versus gradual
each can have it’s own

a static cripple
change kept the things relevant
ironed out wrinkles

between flesh and tiles
those private conversations
happened already