row row row

i'm starting to believe that it's all over
in that
quantum
eternity in a moment
consciousness experiencing cosciousness
w/in
by its own rules
pothead
way

the days are becoming less sitcom
less real
more
ir

yesterday was more than inclimate
more than greenhouse

every surface began to melt in front of me
the facades still
drap
today

there were men with heads of birds sitting on park benches

today
in ukranian village
i saw some demon
some nano
a lilliput
convulsing
on a porch
(it was just balloons but)
why were balloons bobbing on a porch

reassurance:

down state street
dejected
the red staircase
singing to myself
in my head
the tune
of my hopeful, coming
death
i was grabbed by some longhair
"you better read this"
black bound
gold trim

he looked like a native american
the kind
you see in arthouse cinema
greyscale
"you better read the bible
cause we'll all find our coffin