(Pockets to the brim; I'm born to leave
This slab of concrete, stone, and dust- Florence St
And its striking resemblance to the life I don't feel
Fits the shoes my brother gave me)
Fashioned after an inbox
'95, '98, and so on
The hand will always twitch before it stops
Am I obligated to watch until then?
Likely effects of getting older
Depriving sleep, impending Alzheimers
In the family amidst other things well beyond my control
Did I envelope as an infant?
Or when I face-planted Lindenwood?
Who am I kidding, deferring guilt?
I'm sure it's mostly just been me and the booze
Hold up; I'm present
This conversation's important. I swear
Just need refreshing of what all was said
I swear I'm trying hard... to combat this memory loss
The graveyards where critical thoughts are born
Checking for references on message boards
External drives, camera dvd's
Could never format holding stock for me
Composition in a notebook in a motel bed between here and Vegas
It's a losing battle against this inevitable disintegration
Sobered up, so to speak
Almost resembling a human being