small universe

web of your fingers. what nature gave you. much change. tune in later and you will see. I say it is degradation of self the world the friends around you, it is time to make a new judgment. waking up different, not exactly the same. because I can’t sleep, I say it is for lightweights. because they call, say nothing and hang up, I say they are lightweights. yes I’m home. I’m about to stalk you. you set foot in here, say goodbye to your spine. in the morning it is cold, holding arms across chest crossing Jefferson Davis. don’t panic. old journals and no fighting. these days I come home stinging, and love it. punches soak in and become chi. someone invisible hit me in the eye, invisible bruise. King St. is for long awesome walks, and the Potomac at the end. I admire just a handful of people, all the rest horrify me. enough for now. show yourself out, feel free. I’ll see you later.