Ritual procedure
Jawa architecture
Glowstick meeting in
Abandonware house

Midnight procession
Evil older brother
Singing your possession
By another bipedal now

Little black circles
Open in your eyewhites
But never thought illusion couldn't
Be as real as today

too many stained things and things in old boxes
too much limequat in your berrytray
too much light in the room for me
too many hours today

Citrus beverage
Cylindrical machinery
Button machinations of a
Starch coat fingers play

Consider depression
Sigmatel allusion
Modern-day convention
Will be the end of me now

Eliminate conjuctions
Think about suicide
Try to pay attention to a
Coffee cup running out

too much time to think about it
too many bugs come out of the wood
swarming like apple tart in park block
too many things need to get out of mind


Licklipping blind black men drumming on cans
Mother ordered a tofu dish that tastes like vagina.
I saw the tallest man, and a random girl from high school.
I began reading a book, I got some things.

Hiss clicks of overheard gangster idiom
The back of a head a light brown pomelo an emu eggshell
Angry hum of a bus engine and I think of children I haven't had yet
Everyone on headphones for professors to go on about.

That was all in the past, my life now, my
Unlife is a haze now of blurry photograph
The essence of sunset pine is gone now and has been replaced by
Eternal sunset and a distant voice making me do manual labour

Calm is no longer a nice feeling when it happens all the time and
Despite my regenerative powers I feel that I've made some bad choices.
Maybe suicide is the best way out, maybe it's not but in my condition
It'll take me a long time to think this through.