10-5-10 again.

wobbly tin and tram-
a crinkle packet.
a whistle off tune.
another crinkle.
a leaking pen.
again.
emptily annoyed
i am baren.
i am torn
and
wordlessly distraught.
with apple skin between my teeth..
and grit..
nothing much matters.

triangles are everywhere

at this moment

my mind is nothing but

a yellow balloon.

my hand is black,
such as the ill described clouds
and the bags of my eyes..

so i simply drift away.
so i simply drift away...