and hope for sciatica leave.
Get me up and out of here
stop eating this circular tear.
The step echoes wrong.
This world sung as requiem.
There was a shooting
in an online article.
There was a shooting
star hung from a sickle.
I attempt to be constructive
with my agency gone in a fifth.
Solipsism the everlasting prison.
Internal Sim City such elastic fun.
Thinking:
How to apply the unthought...
as much gone awry as held taut...
So I figure no more oh wells
it fills a bottomless well as far as I can tell.
