here I amagainliftin the lidto see if anythinfermentedor if mold had eaten its way toward the middle leanin over and breathin it intil the rotcoats the back of my throatand I’m coughin upthe phlegm of itspittin it into my palmwatchin...

tell me bout yourself i hate introducin myselfmy name is easyafter that…you’re on your own always feelslike somebody’s askin meto draw the oceanwith a goddamn rulerand i’ve never trusted a straight linerivers don’t use themlight bendsroots grow thru concreteand the...

I measure my daysin time signaturescount sobrietyin whole rests where the damper pedal is godand Iits humble servant my foot pressed into mercybeggin every fractured chordpleasehold ondon’t leave me til I remember how to breatheone barfour barssixteenthirty twosixty four til the urgeslips...

the sky looked like the workof an artistwho has never onceseen a skynever once let his eyes wander upto the nightand feel that quiet pullof distancenever once watched daylightspill over the edgeof the worldnever once stood beneath eveninwhile colorburned...