write raps on wet naps creativity can’t be contained/ or rather, desperation can’t be tamed/ the bloodstains that mark where I sat before I/ stepped towards fate/ will last longer than the shocked look on your face/ sully the carpet/ mind is a starship/ named icarus trying to find the truth of a dying sun/ fly so close but its too cold to roast/ no lesson about hubris to confess to my folks/ /// this is for my friends who are punished far too harshly/ and these problems are intractable/ like a dying animal/ on a conveyor belt headed to a crater in the moon/