stumble woozy in a sudden tape loop jolt into different dreaming score
dirty boot sole oil'd slick glaze wiped with hard-earned cloth with a
six hour life span
the sick of yr days cannot ruin your head-rearing sunshine bike rides home
the sick of yr days keeps you institutionally free, (like you wanted)
dynamic smirk carries on thru yr eyes half-closed!
it's ok to care somewhat true
never not to say 'never gonna do that again,'
but instead stare deeply into the long street,
fast-food illuminated and keep moving.