right now birds are eating eyes
in a desert
tonight its will oldham at 1235
sitting in the kitchen
dont know no nothing but my stomach still hurts and surely it is cancer.
and the heat sinks through
the air is wet thick and sticking to my skin
i kick the wool
down the ave
the beach the sky
earlier I had so much on my mind and now my mind is just on nothing.
it is living up to its reputation.
i'm in the middle.
and nothing at all