02.02
so hungover my eyes sting
and my heart traverses in the starving deadpan
while a mouldy narration tars
having a close & worldly shaking within
all is described like that
like a hireling, itself left with
the aperture of the world
so hungover my fat blob body sweats
also seeming earnest to persuade
the starving that seems keen to pretence
I never see the helping
until it’s armed in blindness
& well-marked & accompanied by intense rots
& rivulets and darkness
spiritual little my hand sees ways of dreaming all divulged
something too right, until every misting mark comes like some find
they place more than willingly visited feelings
utilise the her & enjoy looking
make it story! Enjoyable story
the looking leaves of
public achieved mental chaos
all her to poem of dopamine dissolved
I examine passionate for
having been unable to be the tobacconists
I noble and death measure