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i like to draw in circles and triangles
creation in blurred lines and incoherent scribbles
straight lines are so...strange, cleaniness is an option

make people into a style, grace and grime
because that is how i like to see the world
through rose-tinted, soot covered lenses

i love to draw smokers because of their cigarettes
to drag out the smoke in its quiet, graceful, half-circular motions
steaming from tips of perfectly rolled, manufactured proprietors of disease

punctuation is, on it's best days, a tool for the writer
and given free rein-- optional; to be used as seen fit
haphazard commas, Capitals, dashes- and periods.

clean lines and definite borders are so strange...alien to the mind
how? why? hands shaking across the paper, streaking unsteady graphite
the line becomes two, then so many-- enough for army of lines

stand up! the bottle's empty, leave now
but...spinning... staggering to the car and fumbling for the keys
3 year old=- sleeping, drawings that mirror your inebriated beeline home

dream in monotone shades of yellow
a peculiar sepia toned world in a chaotic mind
some kind of order imposed with irony

finally, calm; slip away into real sleep (blessedly undisturbed)
static so heavy that it blankets over every other thought..
soothing it with otherworldly comfort, tucking it away with odd precision