ill spend my summers on the motorways and crossroads always half exhausted and always fully lost in salivary sirens weekend spouses or gold prospects draped in dimestore romance and batshit expectations ill spend some time in colorado or chicago always be unsure if im ever really there though ill move bi monthly to another basement bedroom grind down my shoe soles til ive run out of towns to run to these passing trucks can be my swan song and youll insist ive done it so wrong but living though my losses makes the world so much less daunting ive got nothing left to fear but fear itself fear is an empty glass in an empty bar opposite the girl youll never have she asks if i ever feel like ill disappear well ive been battling my irrelevance for years so have another drink with me well toast to our obscurity stagger medicate repeat til our youth blinks out forever