silent on the hill
clamp my teeth on the table
silent in my mind

I can’t think a thing
I’m trapped inside this feeling
it feels good, i guess

I’m in it right now
how long can I make this last
george grows epic sludge

rad jazz for class acts
ignoring any meaning
is this dangerous

crass facts for mad slacks
it said ‘how could you complain’
I’m alright by me

I’m going back in
when you can’t get new insight
it’s probably time

all systems running
artifacts of past efforts
designed to produce

was it worth the time
days spent lying on my floor
spicoli is free

I’m burrowing down
engaged in wasteful living
by someone’s standards

will devin be dead
all I know is, he’s got voice
that boy’s got a mouth

in times of dying
what am I supposed to do
this death will be slow

almost like the womb
haikus hate americans
laying it on thick

limitless in scope
it don’t ask for no answers
it just watches me

influencing not
touching by implication
too stark to avoid

turn your flashlight off
theres still something to be said
for chaos theory

feelings specific
very ultra rare moments
unforced enjoyment

isnt how it is
but what if I walked blindly
laughing in pitch black

fragmented somehow
prepositions I gave up
for like two seconds

gone independent
whats the way I want to live
and is it right now

it was more than warm
inclination to return
but not in that way