Dreams of Meaning and Despair

Hey. Another winter slipping summer into the fall. Dark crevasses creating

nightmares. This deception is a stirrer misdirecting our direction. Misleading another erection

got me by the balls. If timing were everything, fate wouldn't have

no meaning. Meaning my fate was a chance that I hadn't taken at all.

If you find me on the corner, can we agree I'm not the

one that you caught? Another stranger looking strangely at my face in disgust.

Am I that small? Mixed inside another suitcase made for this place,

will I travel to St. Paul? You find yourself in rhythm and