cold spiral rewinding I’m dying
artistic aspirations evaporating
I’m dated and jaded evading annihilation
whiskey dreams cynical lullabies
christ on the dice expired soliloquy
silly, pills are for thrill seekers
nonbelievers and serial thinkers
hanging gardens amid ardent apartments
with slight light cold holocene
dreams mean butterfly wings and sequoia trees
lost in thought, dynamic synapses lapsing to
happiness, misery spilling equally secretively
disappearing and I’m stuck in it.