Thoughts.

Spurn of the Moment.

I taste preservatives
I see pixels
I heard life's a b***h &
I smell bullshit
The world is perverted.
I think that's the right word...

The hoodlums stole my heart
way back when
the water was still
uncharted & boiling
before it got boring
and made me feel retarded
for wanting more.

So sore & sorry
all I asked was to avoid
slipping thru the cracks,
the chasms & canyons
that had already devoured
half the family...

So annoying.

The meals served
at the restaurant of
the world were not nearly
worth the hour wait;
self-inflated and frankly,
I'd like my time &
money back.

Wellll, it's dead
& gone, see,
I ain't even 100% that
it belonged to me
in the first place,
just saying.

What are you saying?
I'm saying it's pretty lame
to keep pacing the same space
waiting for a vacant seat.

Look.

Staying stationary,
contrary to popular belief,
is far more dangerous
than exploring new territory
could ever be