the transferred and borrowed minds-
heads in the clouds
channeling our current
and it’s fluent
sittin’ on the side bein’ truant.
channeled the weather in bare palms- wrath
sinking ships- casualties in the thousands
the ten warnings written on a bathroom stall
shit was laughable. Borrowed mind from the bottom of a pint,
screaming torture and
something I couldn’t pronounce,
maybe not of this language or of a fathomed world
maybe not one we’re not taught
or he is just a drunk with droll hangin’ from his lip.