think

Unfortunately inspired to be entirely too analytic, eyes fluttering picking up the details you've been missing.

the clock is two minutes slow, in building 8, you know, 8 minutes at WO's.

That man just wiped his nose, and made your sandwich, he hasn't been wearing gloves and he looks famished.

The license plate of the beater i parked next to is DYT 650, that crown vic across the lot is with the bureau .

I drive 1.6 miles to school, i walk 12 paces from my car to my front door, the screen is wavering a quarter of an inch, below the place where the door has a hinge.

The train passes sinclair every monday at 3:46, the best time to get your sidecar graffiti fix.

I know when the alphabet boys take breaks, and when they have to exchange gifts.

The psychology of the donut exchange is another topic, but i happen to know bear claws are very popular.

Sometimes i think i think too much, but then i have a drink, some times i think i drink too much, yet this causes me to think.

This could be a blessing, i suppose, but as of now, its simple prose, structure, for my life, that i battle with all the time.

O vast knowledge of useless informative information, amount to something, if anything an assumption.

Analyzing all these things, is barely enough to keep me from losing the means to make it through my life of detail oriented greed.

The light is green, theres a gap in traffic, grit my teeth and fuckin smash it, hit the corner then im gone, to another analytic poem.