I cracked open my notes recently,
Vectors III & IV, I think,
and found this scrap of doodles,

drawn when bored, and most likely high,
delirious on the lack of sleep (probably just me).
Good times, light and

silly. It’s silly really,
that I was vaguely chocked up,
looking at the motley assortment
of lazily, absently co-drawn,
0.5 and 0.38 ink animals.

(we’ll never get those times back,
the ones I remember with hazy tired and grateful lenses.
I see a shadowy spectre on your shoulder
and in your eyes all the time now.)