holy artifacts
beyond the point of meaning
echo wasted years

dragged into the trench
he really caught a big one
moody little shit

rural happiness
five or six kinds of cookies
murder on the news

little fishy flop
addicted to the struggle
I go up da stream

mysterious shapes
paddle to the island shore
summer snack pack gut

mainland under haze
further longer broader pack
there aint no endgame

nonsecure units
painful pleasure hexagons
order rearranged

no happy ending
investing in addiction
cold soul locked outside

tipping point of youth
faking for the photograph
sick of these circles

tar in my arm hair
reaping ignorant rewards
sand dipped cracker crunch

cancer at sixty
wind-powered water filter
two kids in the pod

alone at a place
fortold by the RNG
worth it, probably