up

in the four oh nine of the ahem
I'm gonna be tired tomorrow
I couldn't sleep
fear and digestive malady
thought too I could feel my mind changing
the script shuffling
new proof emerging
interior
metamorphosis here we
go

probably just jonesing nicotine
from those few butts I smoked
Friday night standing by a bulkhead
in Pinardville. not too bright

call me literalissimo, addled. son,
sometimes you gotta wake up at four
and invite the