bus ride
no sleep
sea of music
for miles and miles
shower, work
can't eat, can't whisper
tired laughter
can't sleep

clinically approved
amount of waken hours

eyes lie
can't look, can't eat
eat

I can write a play
I can write a film
I pick up a phone
if you drink, come alone
meet with me

how very sad
can't even hold a pen
she says I should

the town wrinkles its pretty sidewalks
no place to walk

write and talk

the torn sprinkles
overkill

you create your play
nothing is left sacred
I'll just be here
teaching dance to anorexics

nutritious minds

before I have to
drown myself
in horror movies,
with pagan spirits
and feminist witches

I dissapear often
to tame someone other
and to stay responsible