Its yours to find
it is all you have
I am all alone
to fall in love with this
this light is too dim
with thoughts so loud
how a deaf man hears
spatially decomposing
maggots of the social elite
feeding on cheap beer and gossip
could there be a chrysalis here
with anchors on ankles
this is shark infested alcohol
Mr. Bad Ideas carries a straight razor
and a journal in his eyes
Fuck your moleskein
the cracks in my side walk say more
the floor shifts
moon beams hit my face
I sat and remembered to remember everything
this is what it smells like
it feels like
and this is my song.
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