WORK THE ANGLES

030419 – 🕵️‍♀️

Have you ever searched
for something without ever
Knowing what it is?

I’m gonna die soon
Is this meeting important? 
I could be dancing

Wow look at em go  
Demons they callin my soul 
  Fuck all of you hoes

Little demons bounce  
Can’t sleep when you’re not around
  See one jot one down

Roll deep through suburb
Loose 15/30 rudder
  ”Damn kids” they mutter

If through time I grow  
  inactive / inept / uncool  
Just fucking end it

I wrote borrowed the   
haiku on feeling empty
  Girl call out my name

I drift about and
imagine a Neon 龙 
watching over me

Whatever happens 
  Thirteen miles of giggling   
Time! Acidified