poem: 5/7/5 4:8

i'm a little drunk
i might have nothing to say
space around me swells

i should not forget
chag pesach samech, yo
what were all the plagues

i've been watching vids
how to tell you are psychic
and they aren't much use

what i mean to say
sometimes i give myself the
creeps, sometimes my mind

it plays tricks on me
it all keeps adding up, i
think i'm cracking up

really, am i just
paranoid, or am i just
needing to be stoned