DESPAIR
i CANNOT HOLD OUT ANY LONGER
i'M FUCKED
screw Ed
bLIND SPELLING
LOOKING FOR POETERY
i THE yELLOW
fIELDS OF A VAN GOUGH
iN THE bLUE SKIES OF A TUNER
LOST ON SHAFFER AVE
i SIMPLY CANNOT RESOLVE THIS PAIN i FEEL
i DESPAIR OF THIS THOUGHT
iF ONLY
tHERE WAS A WAY TO CAST TIS MASK
iNTO THE SEA
pUNCH AHOLE IN THIS BOAT
cRY AT tHE MOON
i SIMPLY DESPAIR
AT THIS
tHOUGHT
tHAT i CANNOT rESOLVE.