falling down a time-tested slope
the regressions are numeric
yet with a newfound numbness

the anesthetic topical
the harmony madrigal
falling apart from this throng
in a limpid part-song

My dreams stray to that unspoken equinox.

This brow furrows
My fists clench

This anger
At whom is it directed?

Outward, at curls so pure and honestly cleaving?
Or an obdurate child, so arrested?

Mine only wish is to be cherished as:

-Dorothy Parker, sans the nepotism
- Kurt Cobain, w/o the privilege
- Brian Wilson, Daniel Johnston, and Nick Drake, without the cognitive downfall

Remember me as I was, and please cherish me as I am.

one must speak clearly if their desire is to be heard:

I lament the past
Mistakes are cherished
Mine own soul was incapable of coping

As such
I had no other choice
Than to abscond
With haste

"Fucking" to the Arctic Monkeys is memorable
"Laying pipe" with Moses on my chest will ne'er be forgotten

Obfuscating intention occludes interaction; ostentatious ingurgitations occasions invariance

Casting reels of silk into waters so decayed
Might this sorry hook yield more than its sum?
I cannot say,
For I truly know the truth
And that Spector [sic]
Is far too painful to bear

Do you still think about me?
You know, you shouldn't
There's no good in it
Uh-huh

Do you still think about me?
You know you shouldn't-
'There's no good in it.
Uh-huh.

Clouds of pillowing white
Frame serene pastures of contentment

Intentional prose of comfort
Felt so deep in the chest

Hold your hand to your sternum
Tell me you don't feel the same

The compulsion wells again
Flooded by palo santo
It's tired phloem floods
Fairweather frontal-lobe function

Where can I turn?
A bottle can so little
The mind can only say
So much
While confined to this artifact

Turbulent petulance, proving testimonies
Acutely acrid languidity, leaving actions arid

Arrested becoming casting denial
Effortlessly forgoing grounded hopes

Falling down, getting up
Wondering: what is it worth?
To write another song here on earth-

Blesséd tides
Tossing me along the unending neaps and highs

Fleeting thoughts
'Bout a homegrown self-doubt

The mind left to wander and play

Fleeting thoughts
'Round the no-show blackout

The mind starts to frizzle
And fray