The clock ticks
the rock sits
expendable blips
commendable shits
burn quick, next door
One sip, wood floor
flour slap, cinnamon twist
No breath, one minute minute bliss
Meta beta
shed a hater
Depressed, one minute later
No master, no baiters
Bear me gently, heavily sentry
scantly ,scently lost in something
is it healthy?
Quiet me, dieting
social media high life on others' likings
My mind no Mikey, no CEO, King mightly
Nightly sleeping soundly wondering why I'm not alright
'Cause lying beside me is man's best friend
So damned if I begin about having no woman.
And fluttering stomach churns and burns up for nothing,
and your IG story's always something,
my eyes, geez, I'm always rubbing
Can I believe it's nothing?
Can I not make this something?

Do our souls relate, or do our worlds create?
Or do they suffocate you and me,
and is this true bleed?
am I a true creep?
Do I lie to me?
Memory key to everything, but something's lost at sea.
Back of the seat bag is full
rocking eases when I fool myself
Brain's a tool and a prison cell: my hell,
Groundhog day, bound hog slayed
fairy tell with true love hailed
awoken scared of frozen water pail.
This is a challenge,
harken back to when it wasn't.
Bliss never came when you weren't all about something.
Drenched in wanton, buddha read on desire.
Two thousand mile fire burn on for the ozone love tones
and fall leaves groan with winter bones
nothing like gray tones and snow for a cuddle show
and kitty cat spring green grows . nip it up. boil it up
T smoke show. Y don't know

That right now the energy is happening of strikethroughs
and real yous those to-dos built brick you
it's concrete you step through
the rebar to drink to
the real love to kneel to
the real love to keel to
the real love to heal you
dissolve anger in you
resolve hanging to-dos
fuck how others see you
spread good that can feed you
the Cloud Atlas deep blue
how at least to reach you
how at least to speak to
a generation that needs you.