What i remember:

i was drunk.
i was in the kitchen.
i was lookin for something that
confirmed this conviction.

then i realized it was on the
screen

even worse was
a cartoon. but then i
told myself to breath. told
myself all them formats
all those books i’ve been readin
and have “read”
made me sure that everything
i’ve thought was “meaning”
was just shit i’ve done
thought bunch, but never said,
and never said cause who
says things nowadays –

broke my out-dated-pencil-lead
anyways.

who says those–
wait   true, to, themselves.

them –> things.
nowadays.

so tired from feelin this cause but not
without a cause. to keep on?
well, i know verses in our arms.