phantoms in the camera waiting pools with socks and shoes over my sanity drowns out riding in circles of green again for love or blues we can't understand white pale frames under bridges of plenty and cast ourselves hoping for range in quiet spools passed help on twenty floors.

 in my mid 40's, in what seems like a very short time, I've become:

-a hat guy

-chips & salsa guy

-hot sauce/Sriracha guy

-loofa guy

-black jeans guy

-hair product guy

-eggs over easy/medium guy

-zip up hoody guy (vs pullover)

-therapy guy

Early twenties Rob don't recognize me...

listen in tens of a thousand miles before I fry internal joined by smiles for christ enjoyed that stretch mind in hands full with no escape clawed to the bottom in ideation it's one day in a life turned inside frown appears formal.