this is an experiment

[jayeanne]

and I try to dig and just ask why

well, things aren’t going by?

and soon enough I am thirty, maybe even forty, no a hundred

miles away; I bring something don’t I?

this is an experiment

a one-down-hand-under

when dreams take me a-plunder (hey, is that even a word?)

don’t mind me, baby

for all I am and all I might/could/would (god help me I don’t)

is this?

bare, broken - yes, baby

I’m your goddamned pretender.

*Yes well hello. A bit depressing, I think? This is me on the spur of creativity while wallowing in worry about things and life in general.