I wonder if I’ll ever buy enough groceries Or speak to a stranger without a preconceived opening I’m closer every Tuesday to touching my toes Lay my mat over the date, my body superimposed I’m only ever comfortable doing this shit alone Only supposed to make as much as I suppose The test is never over, perpetually growing older When the weather gets colder, well, I’m changing my clothes Hope I'm working towards a job that turns me into an avatar And growing out a beard that I could shave to a handlebar The comfort's in choices, not the ones that you choose Sit in taverns just to stare at the bottles of booze That's a lot of vermouth, you could call me impressed Tear the comforter in two to get it off of my chest I still feel like an assistant as I grip the microphone Turning bigger sheets of butcher paper into better telescopes I don’t intend to take a lot to appease Only seeking out the people who can put me at ease Sign a contract with every interaction that I enter Build a chamber of refraction, impassive at the center I think I think too much, or not enough Always having an established status mattered, now I’m off that stuff But certain words get cabin fever Two roads in the yellow wood, chose neither Too overcome looking behind Lay the memories layered in a spiraling line But tomorrow always happens today Until I've already said it, I never know what to say If I'm really listening, I'll let the rhythm get the best of me Repeat the dinners I can make without a recipe Correct the abacus for calculating sheep I could carry on for miles when I'm walking in my sleep

It’s been years since we each reached our respective heights, made our final mark on the doorframe, a record we shall maintain indefinitely. We stand in compact circles and make conversation for lack of anything else to make. I look to my parents and aunts and uncles with the unspoken understanding that I will someday replace them, that I will have the children they had, the child I was. How many moments will I dismiss for their uselessness? How many pens will I mindlessly extend and retract to the point that they break? How many years will I watch pass before I accept that I am not caught in some interim leading towards a period of intense consequence, that this is that time, that the decisions I make today will always be the decisions I made today, and that today will show no signs of wear in becoming tomorrow. Slapping keyboards with Everlong hands Disturbing currents that my words couldn’t understand I stand for the applause and hear my own breathing But at least then I know I’m still breathing We've all mistaken a kick for a heartbeat And felt ardently disarmed hearing art speak Spent the last 25 minutes with “Impossible Soul” on loop Imagining the potential of unsung truths The soothsayer proclaims “there will be water, and sunlight, And one would hope laughter, and something Infinite and beautiful after, but honestly What can you know for sure in this economy.” What if my instincts become untrustworthy What if I succumb to security and lust early - yuh! Another victim of solipsism I can take solace in a comfortable prison, cast my Eyes to the ceiling, observing my ghastly maw Reflecting in the individual sequins of the disco ball I need photos to observe the coriolis for the storm But I press against in the pattern of a waveform When was the last time you did something for the first time And did it live up to your untethered expectations I place intention in these audible exhalations As ideology collapses into sensation If I've built some semblance of a home Then why do I still feel so fucking lonely all the time The voice speaking now is the Same as that which incessantly cries You can do better, you can do better, you can do better I bristle and unruffle my feathers Wind me up and I’ll sing this song of my sins All glittering like bracelets and breast-pins Every blank page a sort of perfect Every blank page a sort of perfect Learn a new way to make it worth it Learn a new way to make it worth it Imma spread my wings like I’m a falcon Imma spread my wings like I’m a falcon This will not become another outcome This will not become another outcome I will never be born again, yeah I will Never be born again

Something something, that’s the thesis to my argument My roomies talk about the borough with a harder slant I keep my head down til I’m staring at my chest Hoping as well as I wanna do is as good as my best To trade the insignificance of my eponymous With wunderkind who never witnessed the bliss of the anonymous What options await at the top of the obelisk Bathing with Jodorowsky and a baby hippopotamus Retire from waiting to tour as a lightweaver Intercepting spaces in dire need of a brighter ether Interpret messages that heaven has sent Well, you can live without benefits and you’re making your rent If you’re afraid of a city, you’ve got your clothes and a tent You’re better living on lentils than by the threats you prevent Your only basis for attraction is a world that you lack I never learned the constellations but I still have the app I’m not as smart as my watch, and it’s got better credentials So the standards skyrocket and I try to stay gentle I’m meditating daily for a check on a calendar Getting close to a decade since I connected with Salinger Now I’m chatting with Hal, hope those doors will stay open Bring the brush to a pallet I’m told is full of emotions Perhaps they’ll give it a pass on account of passionate notions Lips perpetually chapped and I always reach for the lotion It’s all hot showers in summertime Perusing used bookstores inhaling others’ underlines I keep intentional the ways I spend the days alone While trying to sell my whole extended friend circle on Carcasonne Guess after Phoenix, I still like my cities flat I could go for conversation, but I’ll settle for a chat Got a table d'hôte of topics I might actually enjoy A lovely pairing with the stories I most potently employ Employ potencies And enjoy them when enacted In the void between where I’m going next And that which I in fact did The past can give to present and the present give to past The matter that it’s gathered, the pattern that it’s cast When you’ve shattered every mask ...And yeah we’re that pattern Passed as a last word As pathogens pass germs The cast of a lamp blurred By oceans of nothingness. Potencies come with us Ovaries stomach us. Soil will cover us Enjoying your cup of dust? …It’s the cards in our hand Understanding that it’s hard and that it’s hard to understand Like rappers whose subjects are artfully planned To contrast with the expectations of the context at hand That’s bars and…the time in which to spit it Wear your thinking caps. Survival of the fitteds It’s hard out here for white guy spittin dry writtens That are wry and filled with visions. I’m lying. It isn’t In the man’s a limpid span of rigid plans and slipping sand It isn’t bad, it isn’t grand. I’m getting fans on Instagram I’m kidding. Damn. It’s only a personal account I’m Sir Kn8. A lonely Knight ike Sir Perceval without The grail quest. Failed test? Persevere or pout Burst clear or burst in tears. What’s this verse even about? It’s about our shared interest in Chilean dream cinema Why’d he mention that? ...You kinda stopped paying attention didn’t ya I was feeling fine until I got scared. Where’s the love? My mind is the sight that I’m in the cross-hairs of Woke up at night. The internet was still there. Enough What, when I share stuff, am I trying to get a share of? Where a glove on each hand to catch the last and next spits I’m not ambidextrous but I am bi and dextrous You can have sex with us. The question is which one of us The question is irrelevant. I’m destined to be utter dust Parked here in the present Amidst the parts that aren't pleasant Hearts that get my art Parceled far apart and precious Hard to start the set list Hard of breath, the chest lifts Shits. Farts. I set the bar my head hits Check this. You like it? Check the mic like its a checklist Let’s check the checking account. My checking account is checkless It's hard to guess if The card is the ace My part is the present My art is its face The extent of my particles' Articulate embrace Till they crash and depart Like the arc of some waves Angels from graves raised to heavens, from heavens The rages of rains. Nothing’s erased.

Looking for the clique with my McElroy shirts on Speaking in tongues like a dumb Werner Herzog Grind like it's fun, think it’s right til it works wrong Stick with the lint, put a light to a burnt log Find the portal to the dead dog paradise Try to fit my disillusionment inside my paradigms I put the Sprechers on the shelf with all the bric-a-brac Assess if my collection can impress Litztomaniacs Fat fingers reading Sartre on the subway, I’ll get to that later, I take the mic and make Magic like an ass shaker, sacrifices sent before the Temple of the act first ask later, Chatter Blindly in the night because you’re terrified of quiet, now you’re Breaking down your jai alai over the Miller High Life I haven’t had a chance to hear about my life You dance like it’s a way to get the time by Looking for the clique with my McElroy shirts on Speaking in tongues like a dumb Werner Herzog I’ll stop joking when I stop laughing, sipping whiskey with the Citrus like it’s old fashioned, speaking in the present Tense on an old passion, go over the weather Gettin colder than it’s probably gonna be inside the casket She’s intent that she better break down What’s inherently romantic in a female pronoun Fixing up the salad bar for the window dressing In the corner you can keep ‘em guessing, Catch me Reading graphic novels wearing rose tinted goggles, Ever Thought if anything besides a mind can get boggled, And they’re Gone, You never figured that would last long Another ugly duckling only grew into a black swan Your attention’s on the man behind the curtain as he’s Writing reprimands in the second person, Now you’re Seeing the invisible, gotta get home quick Scribble on your hand again that no one really gives a shit Looking for the clique with my McElroy shirts on Speaking in tongues like a dumb Werner Herzog

I’ve been making maps having never sketched out a legend I’ve been drinking 40s and pouring out 27 I’ve been getting past all the people it’s best if I didn’t mention With a little effort you can find beginnings inside the middles I’m the foil to myself, it’s foliage vs petroleum Forage for etchings left into the dents of the linoleum This was a no-shoes household til the quadrupeds were Outsold, something to be proud of at the overflowing Orifice of doubt, St Peter’s on the out, our new Philosophy’s the loudest if we never stop the shouting, when we Pounce upon the alchemy it’s all the intent, the patches Sourest compound when we surrender for lent, let’s take a Rest for a while, let’s start investing in vinyl and we’ll Assess if you’re depressed until the pressings go viral I write blank words on a vertical checkbook The Earnests of the world prefer the Verns to selectively Hear the hook, those seeking out the Taoist propaganda may Decide to find a scandal in the places they look Better meddle your propensities and count up the tally The network’s got you under threat of early series finale I think I might go vegetarian again until I come to terms in permanence with earning the agrarian A billion parents out to break each other’s backs, When it All goes automatic, will the toe-tappers at last get the Asking price they’re owed for the only living old task Playing Dark Souls alone with a cold flask, an Act of habit, my clouds are so diaphanous, your Clout would have you laugh at this you wascally wabbit, The Cartographs are stacking on the rafters, aching plainly for A traveler to act between the paper and the actual, or That’s the goal, finding the night in the blizzard, like your Your father retired as a kindly wizard, like your Local representative’s a wiley lizard, like your Crisis will be anything but timely, attempt to Excavate the lesson in respectful defiance I ask my questions in music, I find my answers in silence I’ve been making maps having never sketched out a legend I’ve been getting stressed that I never prevent my tension I’m out at the store with a shopping list that’s beyond my comprehension

No sleep, enhance the dream Take a chance on the light beams Arizona kid in a winter coat Gonna take stock while it ain’t broke Got a moral code that’ll check the boxes Fiber losing its sense of optics Soon Tame Impala will be dad rock You know birkenstocks are crocs for Fleet Foxes But wear whatever the fuck you want I’ll keep my eyes on my socks while the grownups talk Know when you’re lost, gotta check the clock When the snags cosplay as jackpots Uh, think I need a nightcap Take another cold lager on tap Taking the decay before the attack I take it you were born stronger than that, yuh Get good x4 C’mon and Get good x3 Motherfuckers go HOME Sun Tzu on the ones and twos Load a couple more shots, what I got to lose Toss rocks in the river, new spots to choose Ripping cotton nonstop like you got lots to do You spend time like you spend money Laugh it off with a scoff but it ain’t funny Too cold in the water but your blood bubbles When the sun comes you’ll be stuck with your nose running And you talk too small for the gold rush Fresh blue jeans like stone when they’re sewn tough Learn parts ungrown for a bonus Namedropping Lauryn Hill like it’s a bold cut Time Mag Man of the Year in a bowl cut Smug smile but he stands alone God sake, lean in for the funny banter As I take a hammer to my fucking phone

Another grown-ass man is sitting smoking weed Simpsons on at 6, chuckling with the dokilies I got the touchstones and I’m practicing some openings To recollect the episodes and elevate my culture steez Now I’m surfing underwater, gotta hope to breathe But getting dragged out of the moment is an old disease If you can bear to hear it, there’s some merit to the local teens If you’re disgracing children wake me when it’s over please Like anyone you know has even had a glass of ovaltine Massaging avocados floating through my list of groceries Grab a second basket, overflowing aubergines Bottle after bottle of kratom, yeah that’s some woke-ass tea I’m most exposed when I standing among the oaks and leaves Or twirling in a pirouette and breathing in the ocean breeze Adorn my coffee table with some raucous potpourri I only wanna smile while I’m writing rhymes as dope as these Yeah I will never be bored again, I will never be bored again

We strut amok, acknowledge hell starts soons Another sloppy motherfucker with the 12-bar blues Learned the power in cowardice watching old cartoons Before I wound up in Revolver browsing faux art runes If the tone gets heavy then put your back into it If the cold goes to your head the only way out is through Study Magnus on my phone trying to learn to intuit I don't believe in any me beyond the things that I do Endless muttering for the love of the game Even unconventional drugs can leave you coveting pain Rehearse interpersonal sermons, then turn to call it off Is your NPC a hermit or a merchant hocking molotovs You're undercover going for thunderous applause Consider discovering your bliss as a pig farmer in Arkansas Insist the west is wicked schmoozing with your in-laws If you stutter when you speak then pour some oil in that tin jaw Hair around the trigger for emotional discharge Are there hidden implications in the wisdom you impart If you're shaking the machine to get that record score in pinball Better polish off your sheen or toss a dollar in the sin jar

Memories are best for remembering is best for memories are best for remembering Shit Stuck exposing all the self-imposed mortuaries Sisyphean stones in perfect order for the choice to carry Expend my energy establishing an enterprise To endlessly decide specific syllables to emphasize I found the fissure lines where universes intersect And reemerged the starting side with artificial intellect The architect of destiny but not of desire Abandoning the handsomeness of handshakes you’ve acquired It’s November and I’m running, treading atop the ginkgo leaves I shed in resignation as it resonates genetically Hands on my pockets, I’ve got everything here If it’s enough for an afternoon, why not for a year? If you put on like you have it, what’re you telling your kid When you have to take away that magic and it never was his? I hear the wolves are howling and the sky is growing dark Keep your head down and hurry, it’s just a walk in the park Awaken to the chorus of the snowflakes on your sidewalk The ice can stay invisible, you slide as you talk How many degrees can a tree take before losing its color? How many lies do we recite avoiding kindness to one another? I shout across the galleries, sound tainted by paint Crank the temperature guileless, in denial of the state If your guide is a moral compass, the directions may change, as you Frightenedly read to realign your rightness so it stays the same Taking flight with every Hindenburg that you can carry I’m still feigning ignorance to favor less incendiary I keep my clothes on in this house made of glass If a man is all molecules, what could possibly last How’d it turn to such a project for the past to stay past It’s an automatic process, all you had to do was ask Graffiti carved hearts will fall away with the bark Button up your coat and hustle, it’s a walk in the park The mighty beast of linear time quickly nears extinction From now on it may only be raised in captivity And until we have built it a better world we will be learning And we will be waiting And those of us who pray will be praying, Which will soon be all of us

It’s hard to use the internet without you like you Opened up my phone and took a seat on my couch In that canoe where you said we could be spouses and soon my Sibilance proficiency was down for the count I haven’t sunk so far as having regrets, at least I Think I haven’t gotten there yet, and then you penned my Vocabulary, it’s all in your debt, I wonder if I’ll ever Use it again… And we had something Special in effect but nothing more than a name, So I Kept sending messages hoping something would change, it’s not your Fault that it didn’t, it might be mine that I tried, and in those Talks in the forest, I did my best not to lie, and in the Post we’ve both resisted saying anything moronic, we Go so far to admit we love each other platonically A miracle, that. Something past the before. I’m just Grateful it happened, it doesn’t have to anymore. Write it on your mirror so you’ll always see Repeat it overnight to fight the fantasies We’re better off, we’re better off We’re better off alone, you and me Write it on your mirror so you’ll always see Repeat it overnight to fight the fantasies We’re better off, we’re better off We’re better off alone, probably And I still rearrange my day into a narrative I Never get to state so am I better off restraining it My neural networks lined with signs to secret passageways, my Path became so ingrained in the pattern of our days I couldn’t Fathom what came after, perhaps I learned to master all the Methods of the masquerade outlasting the acquaintance stage and Maybe all I wanted was a fraction of your passion, and Everything you had you gave, and you really did look Happier from back behind the plastic wrap, so when you Waved I waved back, as our surfaces collided I could Almost feel your skin beneath the tips of my fingers and you Escaped with your health, but the shape of you lingers, I’m a Little bit older, and I eat a bit better, and I Finally got sober, I think it came with the weather, I’d been Attempting to grow, I just needed the room, and now I Know that it’s the empty space that used to be you