Penned black scrawls, words, incoherences Sleeping slouched and fallen on thin, blue lines Working sideways, neck cramped reading what the work says Carpal tunnel creeping into the body's designs Inked idioms of crazed, romanticized bull shit A rant, a story, poem, sonnet, or ode A form of prose for one's self to transmit From one to the next, page to tongue, thought-sewed Veined brains clutch at alphabets of sensation Reading nonsense sentences structured on ball-point highs Fucked forth from lethargic annihilation Shaken visibly enough to kiss the sky...