Trail mix

Poetically pathetic
As I dance alone
With myself
Refusing to succumb
To this tar black
This sticky
Venom esq
Jammed up
Parts no ticky
Gears not turning
Oil thick
Burning
Nasty
Gnar
Sick with
Fix this

on the walls

This chair again
Thinking bout how
I can’t afford
This
Anymore

Serial
Circle
Nowhere
Repeating
Negative

Words back
Past red
Past black
Double zero
Imaginary number

Infinity
Balls
Earth
Worm
Jim

I must like this

Sitting in
this chair
Nowhere to go
Nobody to be
Wasted time
Constant introspection

Wanting to sleep my life away
And nobody would even care
No accountability
No authority
Nothing making me go hard
Ever since she left

No self worth

I need a drill Sargent
whipping the shape
I’m supposed to be
Into me
Me into it

Napping has become
A way to escape
This shitty life
This shitty me
Nothing
Nowhere

Rather Bee/‘‘tis the season

Invested in nothing
Compare
Sliding by as I am told
Barely alive
Kind of feel that
Don’t want to go there
Rather be
No place
At all
God send me angels
Fly me to the moon
If it’s not a methamph
Metaphror or metamorphosis
Why ask why
Not of sound
nor mind
Nor judgement
Catching flowers

broke

When I come around

I wonder what I’ll look like

This woman in my house

Looking for a pencil sharpener 

Yawning often

Clicking my feet

There is no place like home

Strange gazes

Wondering what I’m thinking

Probably not

I’m super hyper 

But give not enough fucks

To do anything

With this energy 

Besides dance

Zero gravity dance hall

Getting hassled in my house

Haters who wax mustaches 

Not hot

Not enough to wax

Crypto

Here I sit though

Need to flip

Get a script 

No

Sick flow bro

Who the fuck cares?

Seriously broke
My self
Blame me
Making podcast
A way of life
About a man
Who went to a psychiatrist
And became his landlord
And maintenance man
It’s an odd story

I’ve been going
Crazy mostly
Nowhere usually
My legs itch
From Memorial Day
Sunburnt
My tan line stupid
My haircut uncut
I’ve gotten lazy
And life is short

I wander aimless
This man’s psychiatry’s
Included gifts of sneakers
On birthdays
Dr. Ike
Has his own side
Marty got mad
And threw him out
And apparently
Liked to drown animals