Nov 1, 2014
(lazy/trash) always hanging up first wish we could see it all again, want to know what’d be different; maybe would’ve bought a ducati, invented a robot body, or become a chemist, move2Singapore in that place, mat’s an intellectual once more &the receiver plays its dial tone song, low decibel sobs cacophonous thru long distance phone calls— always roaming, always a step away from2far encompassing emptiness engulfing all u are heeding2siren calls deep within venue bathroom stalls pleading u2move, deeper into the city, he’d be worried u won’t come back if he wasn’t so preoccupied paying mind to the crack rock he finna stack or the neurotic tendencies that find them scrubbing their flesh clean like conscious trash
