i forgot this thing even existed

but maybe i shouldn't have. it's corrupted by my faulty keyboard although blameless for my mistakes or gruesome visage, surely, you can't smoke it it for being ghostly in my absence.
I am the absence. Help i'm a rock!

if i wrote more then writing you would come the fore. thanks to my sensible head i am stuck in the night sky when all around me is the short embrace of day, i cling to the moon, no? a small purpose in an otherwise grand telling of this cosmic joke:
 life. la.

 i should be unfettered, should be poet more, fridge-light less. lit by stars not the junked containers and cold air pushing waves of moulding cheese...yes, regret.

 i am going sideways now, focus dear. the vision i need is shrouded. the sounds are all tangled in each of my speakers.