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 something is wrong
 with me. every day i
 think, "this is it! i'm
 really gonna get it
 done!" get what done?
 who knows? maybe an
 extension of the usual
 pattern, only more so!
 but i fail even at that,
 let my attention drift
 like a spider on acid,
 take sad consolation in
 seeing that even those
 with perfect teeth face
 the dissolution of their
 dreams. but this is no
 way to be! i want all
 of us to succeed, what-
 ever that means. and
 just because an image
 lies broken in the gutter
 doesn't mean it's over.
 
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