A 2 pm morning I'm greetingnthe end of meaning.nOpen my mind just a crack, andnlook what crawls in.nNow I'm trying to keep my head above your dead pool, deep end.nnI sold myself innin on the joke of the spin.nBut this burned-in cynical grinnis fading again.nnTurning the hooks to catch nothing,nI'm let off.nYou live in your head and love no-one,nat all.nSpotlit marks for your self-styledncomic book sharpshooternblind spots before.nnI sold myself innin on the joke of the spin.nNow this burned-in cynical grinnis fading again.nnPeeling those tired eyesnto steal and refine some sleek pitch line.nWide of the mark, pressed to definenConnect the dots,nline by line.