between boredom and shock we oscillate

                            gods and I

                            lodged inside the phrase "end to end"

                            with attraction and resistance

                            suppositions and same pages

                            a glowing green exit sign busy at its frigid vigil

                            posits through another sort of pointlessly

                            gorgeous coastal afternoon, music by james ferraro

                            blinkered and ratchety from a lifetime of norcal cannabis

                            and the lame doom of state school student debt

                            excesses of ellipses distinguish 

                            you whose drones opened wide 

                            a mouth to whisper this

                            boxing phonemes from hot cogitations

                            licked insanely by daylight

                            through senile and skin-tight distances

                            the finest life is turned into insipid fiction pretty quickly

                            cloudless blue upper place wherein sun disappears everywhere

                            the universe is fine it has its place is all I'm saying

                            a piece of coffee linking me to sleep