Sank in the couch like a cloud overloaded
with another flood for another avenue
while blueprints fold inside each other
One knitfinger compression
to mow the lawn where my children circle
vulturic while i sleep
While i sleep, cyclonic records skip
and circle vulturic too
and when i wake i briefly ponder
all life set to clomp
off my sunset wingspan
So briefly it's decent and i'm smiling
Another flood, another problem
to clog up somebody else's sinking