musings on 80

these are my thoughts as i traveled down this road

y = i'm always left, to modify, adjust this tense
and coarse correct i suspect we become numb
undone we play pray and prey upon your conviction

around your corners i
stare, no glare
the imperfections
reflections of your failling

you shove me
free i throttle, idle i sit
too equip, to engage the rage you stow

i can devestate
with the flick of a pen
the stroke of a key
when i set my scope
i pretend to poke,
but laser i can cut you

i've missed you and our
hairy tale