Reckless of hand, a trembling knife   Collaborative
regrets   I’m all juiced up on something but
can’t tell what   O memory
have I got plans for you

I’m so off-key I can feel my lips
buzz when I sing  The streets reek of smoked
weed   A thousand fires   A language speaking
for itself    As one is wont  An IT

technician is the ghost in my computer
The perfect disguise  A cancelled innovation
or the childhood that simply
will not die  A real downer but I’m not
one to reminisce
You’re going to miss me when you’re bored