Nervous biting nervous breathing beating of the heart.
What we’ve finished now has ended but I don’t recall the start.
Sitting in the chair of light bulbs crossing our fingers prayed for death.
Looking at inspiring posters, ‘You can do this’, ‘You’re better than meth.’
I stood up and ran but only in mind and I swear my breathing stopped.
My fingers were long and broken and scared,
My whole body was rocked.
There was no escaping the thrill of the night. What with hoops and hollers and magnificent frights.
My dreams were filled with black hole and muck.
‘Shit goddamn hell goddamn shit good damn luck.’
And at once you awoke me feverishly affective.
But the flaws there were noticed so prominently defective.
Geniuses and imbeciles and all intelligence above could not match a single thing about my know of love.
