Onward, upward, outword, out of words. Out of my element, my outlet. In debt, like most who make less than fresh dressed pressed creases to the right side of the track lighting, and the wrong side of the track listing, and the same side of a trick coin someones grandfather once made use of. Here we go again(st) all oddities for the tenth time in the seventh year of the current situation.

Status quo(te); unquote… to shape-shift the ellipsis… the moment of thought before action, one our kind lacks, impacting our every indecision. Movement… frostbit fingertips can’t feel the signs with brown blind eyes and an eager heart’s naive necessity.

This immaculate mess cant penetrate my fortress of less.

False teeth rest on the obituary page in the same town we stayed in, that one time. Coffee-stained mutiny, the bounty was unbearable. Fallen oaks roadblock this old river, an incentive to give up the steamships and fast money, and the pillow talk.

The same damn dream again, less vivid than days past. I wake in the late morning with dyed blond hair in my eyelash. I make a wish. I would tell you what it is if you’d only ask