prozac morris

bad music and the honeymoon suite

like a daydream dripped long 'cross the counter

my dull linguistically impossible

reacted without any time spent in the on deck circle

my squares dwindle

meander in the afterlife with sick grins

disinvented wheels

alphabetic uncertainties that climb inconsequently

i'm hidden rhymes and punk scene

infinity penned in

liked the cage

my autobiography untitled indefinitely

its timetable lackadaisically uncommitted

most conflicts redemptive to the buzz kill

pure will aggravated too easily

i've got this feeling

like something wants my blank spots filled in