trackwacking painted life potholes is a drag
worn radio wisdom insulting night visions
all holographic green and sinister a face
looking in no but really i don't know
insinuating an apocalyptic situation
tempted to turn the other way petition
someone or something swaying triangles
that day in the park long ago it was sunny
we were high or encrypted or mad pulsing pores
catapulted climactic those oval dreams kept awake
like dolls demolish the drill bit of pain with pills or
proper equipment it was really not down for once with