1.
I sense it’s transparent.
But translucent.
Nuance tical.
I’m gonna be, cerebral as fuck.
2.
I don’t want to talk about feelings
because I can’t say much
in way of breadth.
If I say fancy, shoot me.
I don’t have time
for this willie the squid nonsense.
3.
There’s a confident vagueness
to deficient breadth theory.
It’s long rapids, but I’m fluent.
It’s all mental as fuck.
And I’m still not a scientist.
4.
I’m a tourist.
With a fanny pack.
It’s my job to try.
