smoking cockroaches out the sock drawer
plug my phone into a socket and it charges 44%
rolled up a bug from the cellar
the heat swelters
Its sold yellow like piss
folded pillow my wrist bending 
carpal tunnel is it ending
corporal punishment the dishes weren’t finished
dentist risks when your teeth thin
glance at the end of the book and spoil it 
and it’s boiled to a crisp 
soiled all the discs dipped in crystal
foiled all the plots at dismissal
pistol on the side I wish it was enough
trust is hard to find when you’re in a rut
crust upon the earth rubs my skin
i move away fading through the day with cup in hand 
sorting through the style that i have at hand
snaps the twig in half like a broken arm 
rafts on rivers that twist on a farm
shit on the yarn from a snivelling worm
when it slid in the crevice of the instrument
lost in developing increment