anchovy bitter toenail scales hurting dried and roasted. pain simmered down dewdrop condensed skin autumn solstice shattered mist like home my hurt is dried now. flaky memories turn sour. I am a peel. Nothing leads nowhere sometimes to somewhere funny but mostly just here Emptiness like air Breath stillborn from conception Echoes through my room Wrinkles in my mind Heavy creases in my thoughts I age without time My mother Barnum Tells me many things today. I agree, sometimes. Rollercoaster love Soaring high in blissful evenings. Today I am whole. I was a car. I hit a mung. Boiled pain. shibal fuck fuck shit i am passionate and free but maybe i’m not I hate phillip. Why? I don’t know any Phillip. But we’ll meet one day. today is dreary. damp daydreams flutter away So I sleep again. Melancholia is a whispering sadness Null but all I have I am but a void formless and without shadow still heavy and dull. Two trombones are worse Than five trombones but better Than one single lip. Just because it’s hot Doesn’t mean it’s summer, but It usually is.