The Kick Back

Tired in the egregious
Slovenly in the recline
On your ass in the no more
Recluse in the orange
Lost under the brim
In the escape of the moment
Granulated in withdraw

You seem lost like I feel
I wonder if my experience
Of the external
Is the malaise of my heart
Your truth or mine
Are you lost
Or are you projection

Ultimately I suppose
It doesn't matter
Because I know the complexity
Of this kick back
I breathe the malaise
I bleed in tandem
Odd if I miss perceived