6 Becomes five becomes 3 more days
12 and counting
With more over the horizon
A stampede of boredom
Thoughts
Drawn out thin as a reed
Time too
Dissolved
While I reach for my own tail
Just a twist and a lunge
Just a pathetic flick
For anything larger than a finger
A poor man's anchor
An excuse to get behind myself
I will self-actualize in my own
Good time
Thank you
So
Get used to your own cock in you
Mouth
Dangling your shoes in the air
Turn your head and cough when your done
Just keep it off my shelf
