RE:

know ankle damage
of running & make
excuses out of snow piss language
my name 
my name
my name
my name
i doubt
i can handle being in my brain
don't memory me
the time i have is covered in faces
i go
run wall off dock wave naked wind
the nothing can't come
in weeks or paychecks
feel dowsed
but i took off my gasoline suit
to feel Kurt Cobain's skullsound
fill the pores of body
i sponge against searock
cold of deep 
somebody shotgunned my land
floating bits of all swimmers
you don't know what box fits me
or who walks in my shoes
a quitter
a crying dog
i smell alive today