I write! (2:15 a.m.)

Brain power devoured by mud. You ever try to think but nothing happens?

That thought was a dud.

I like my triangles obtuse

My shoelaces loose

That way I can’t run

Let’s go bake in the sun

This perspective is a tweaker chugging through liters of your poison of choice

My shirts rested on the shoulders of a man known for voice

But I ain’t got his shoes though

I guess I don’t need em’

Shimmers in waves and the seams of reality go dark at night

I snapped back on a penny

1973 was the year that she gave me

She said it was her shiniest one

That penny was a bum

But a far way it has come

All runs its encountered but I can’t keep up

On the shore it flopped like a flounder

Through my mind I have flown

I don’t do well at home

Bells and beams, lack of sleep, and I haven’t been dreaming

as far as I know

That’s not to say there’s not love

It’s just smothered in bugs

but only there can I hug my dog, brother, and mother

So I go and return always

In five sleeps I’ll be leaving

for the land of the north

I’ll trade beaches for shores

and melatonin for snores

To the ends of the earth I have traveled

In bathrooms been baffeled

But from there, I’ve returned

With learned knowledge about what’s important to me

In actuality

I’m still waiting to wake up

on the beach with the sand on my feet

and my brother’s sitting next to me

It’s 2:15, I think it’s time to sleep