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Sometimes I don’t want anything to do with anything

I feel blank

The pencil tip is broken

I’m in prison

Sitting on the edge of a bunk

Someone else above me is snoring

I can’t escape

Always noise, constant clamor

I can’t stand noise

Noise makes me shriek inside

There’s a sandwich that looks like a farm

Fields of ham and a barn of pumpernickel

Has my mind split?

Mayonnaise clouds

And the buns are hills

I’m thirsty for coffee

As I sit and smoke and think about life

How effed up mine has been

How dangerous and sketchy

Weird and forlorn

Suffering stamps, storms, false idols

And here I sit today

Michigan is like a glove

It’s hot outside

I don’t like summertime

The stifling heat is a drag, man

Give me cloudy and cool, overcast to last

Like in London dreams

Effervescence romance

In cradles of clouds, fireworks, and love balm

And walks along the streets, through corridors, aside the shops

So many places I’ve yet to see

I want to take a train to the sea

Stand on a cliff beneath the moonlight

Jump into the ocean

And never be