By the Circus
I ventured towards the water in an anxious scurry, after spending some time against walls hoping for inspiration to strike.
Feeling unable to correlate with those faces that constantly come wandering by.
Betweixt the boulders, on the inlet of the sound, next to the waterfront park, next to the bike ramps, brewery, and circus, I sat in the water to find myself cool.
I took the second dose of acid right before I felt the strong effects of the first.
It’s safe to say that it's still good after being exposed to a little heat.
How I felt isolated and scared (in the sense that it is a past participial form of scarcity).