Poem #5: Transcribing Scribbles

I
See Him
Grins (Bitter)
(Nervous) Titter
Pyscho Sam (The Clown)
(Squirmy Gettin' Wormy)
Begins to Jerk and Jitter.
There is a serpent in his spine.
"He's fine, cause it happens all the time..."
Lost control with the flow, you can't let go;
Submitting to the serpent is a no go.
Inexplicably tricking me {i fall asleep}
Observing clusters of Galaxies so very Deep.