Oh, Death! Two beers and I’m on my back! Skipped the shower, skipped the toothbrush. Just a film of sweat,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Yes, it’s a famous song— “Unbroken Chain” by the Grateful Dead, a good band name as an aside,

Brian and I were driving through… which is another name for Indianap… somewhere in South Broad Ripple, a dicey zone and the neighborhoods… we slowed up through a street line…

The only thing you can prove is how crazy you are. It’s the best defense. Where was I going with this? I don’t know.

With certitude was the stove on th… as it always was, warming my feet… next I was on the floor and it flo… and then flashed to a different po… upside down

Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.

Empty Avenue, Death on the the installment plan, Righteous lady, insolent man, I, patience expired.

I know people see him and think, “Gee, that’s crazy.” Which makes it embarrassing to see him

I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

Brian told me he held his own guts in his hands, his tattoo reads: ALREADY DEAD.

Black Mirror Obsidian Infinite gaze Hideaway of prototypes Mental, Causal larvae

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.