a number stuck inside my head has followed me to bed and won’t let go just give me four hours in a row without the mental traffic jam no way is all that comes to mind cause these are slow days for the easy going kind so go easy on the weary minds in the middle of all the indecisiveness a capsized jackknifed crisis on the rise in the middle of all this loaded consequence the radio sends dead air through the night through the night through the night through the night a bitter disappointed view have you grown tired of the air that surrounds you? if we were further down the road would you be any happier? no way is all that comes to mind cause these are slow days for the easy going kind so go easy on the weary minds in the middle of all the indecisiveness a capsized jackknifed crisis on the rise in the middle of all this loaded consequence the radio sends dead air through the night take ten, the final scene director then says finally, “martini” but he wakes before it screens another half remembered dream no way is all that comes to mind cause these are slow days for the easy going kind so go easy on the weary minds in the middle of all the indecisiveness a capsized crashtest crisis on the rise in the middle of all this loaded consequence the radio sends dead air through the night