heavily edited so i could fit it into my aim profile - "color commentary before she met me"

this girl gave me the peace sign in the other lane and i haven’t been the same, like good poetry or living metaphysically, this beauty just destroys me

i’m a confused bohemian: i make business decisions and dream of classy women, blow smoke rings on my neighbors’ lawn at dawn with thoughts full of vagaries like i’m losing the war, i’m scared of the fee and there’s silence constantly

i counteract didactic tactics from concerned pneumatics with grammatical back flips and hash hits, but they look at me with sad eyes when it rains and i hope it pours and always want more but these things really shouldn’t be told

lyrically ambitious but i spark red bics to kill the sickness, killed all my hate with a glass bong, now just want to move on from this fear from early on when the girls called me a leprechaun

i run color commentary on the silence around me, poetry that only seems to me to be about being lonely - almost enough to lose faith in the philosophy that one day she’ll see through my misanthropy

lots of love to give but anxiety mixed in with negative thoughts so i choose to not take part, just leave art - subsist on these big dreams that only leave me with one two three four pairs of ribs sticking out of my cage

in which, i seem to be stuck on melancholy, on which, a friend, just a friend, whispered once to me: you’re like sleeping next to a bag of bones and all i could do was agree

with the girls that gave all their love away and the guys that just wanted to get laid any way but this isn’t really true either and i'm still doing basic math, divide, divide, divide, all of you into little groups in an attempt to sort through the things we do

searching for the directions to that synthesis of little meanings that rubs the sleep out of my eyes as i’m aiming for that inaccessible point in the sky, this asymptotic line of articulation - but each time i fall short, and all i want to know now is how much more it will take until i can finally turn to her and say... hey