Leaping from cylinder to cylinder

concrete under foot and train horns blaring,

way too close for comfort, but you needed to be because of the blinding rain,

accompanied by crickets and god knows who else,

but you cant hardly smell the spilled milk across the concrete,

but you can certainly taste those rain drops,

and the way the shadows catch everything around the lake,

around the memorial.

And what with the way the rain comes on in…

come on in,, as we watch from a building made of glass,

totally safe,

totally romantic

as were utterly circled,

as were utterly disputed,

As we are heard ; as we feel every memory.

an uneven canvas,

my head, lest we be mistaken.

An ultraviolent experience; stuck in that waiting room.

I grabbed it by the neck and it lingered there,

twisting and shaking, and scantily clad.

We thought of something , whilst we were wired for sound,

we thought of everything.

I paid 7 dollars for it back then ( sometimes you get more for less_)

so I would definitely pay 10 dollars for it now ( sometimes you get less for more)

I was more quiet tonight,

too quiet to waste a good title,

to waste a good time

too patient to wait for the good cage;

Which ultimately ended up being success , and teeming with protein, too.

Despite the earlier laughs and the circling vultures and the bedbugs and the fleas and all the other parasites that will end up getting nothing from me.

Having that parasitic relationship always ends up being the answer,

and even today with the blood everywhere, late into the night.

I still feel like I have the best view of the sun ,

better than most anyways.

A little more pointed lately,

at least the screen remained in focus.

It’s not necessarily a weakness,

although it can feel a bit pretentious,

the fines and rip currents constantly pulling you under

ones worse than the other,

especially if your not from here.

One doesn’t forget

but autocorrect never

dies

dose

dice

does

Biting down pretty hard

but not at all that hungry.

It’s a shame it arrived this late,

in this condition,

in thine condition;

in this Styrofoam box,

in biblical proportions.

steaming; bleeding.

That’s still a lot to read and you have to at least get the syllables right,

and to chew accordingly

if you want to to work at all,

to hurt at all,

if its to walk on its own, ever.

Until I find it with my fingers

zooming in and out,

until we get the sound pixilation right.

Stuck on B- Sides

stuck with the B – sides, and yearbook photos;

pretty much with whatever was leftover,

as least that’s the consensus in the comments section.

When you try to run and you’ve got nothing to brace your fall,

were zooming way out now ,

just to get back to the home page,

back towards the conspiracy theories.

to at least find out where the picture was taken.

If only to remember what your voice sounded like,

but you didn’t sing, from what I can remember.

and this feels a little more blatant than that, but

and maybe it’s grasping at straws,

but I am pretty sure you didn’t sing.

Rolling credits,

paramount to the incoming airstrike,

the empire state,

impeccable accuracy is no longer the priority

whilst in this chokehold.

The whole chalkboard has been colored orange instead

That bombs dust settling in your lungs, instead.

We left off that game with me as the champion.

EVAPORATION; I wont forget,

I haven’t FORGOTTEN

Lets not forget that , please,

Lets run through those chords one more time,

if you have time,

please.

I don’t know what that particular star is called,

There are so many others to worry about,

so many more to read through.

Running my hands over that burner,

and all over you,

and I am not burned.

the perfect pitch?

Laying flat?

and I am not burned//

All of it, please.

All over you, please.

The prefecture.

It’s perfect.

The foreshadowing?

and the delays?

The breaks?

All of it ,

watching,

listening ,

waiting for something to move,

waiting for my teeth to stop chattering

for any of this to make sense,

and for it to warm up

because it’s not even cold…

on your back again?

glistening under that moonlight, solar lights.

floating with me..

thank you.

unfortunately I still don’t know what that particular star is called,,,,

but I still know your name//

I’ll know your name//

Climbing over skyscrapers, and into the backseat,

no one recognizes these obstacles

the pretenses /// and the headrests.

The smells of all the different cars?

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS A NEW CAR SMELL.

Despite all the different makes and models

flooding the market,

they are all the same level of acidity,

….those poor levees

as if they were a beverage,

all that fluidity...

or a tropical storm

because we just needed more syllables for this one.

(Instead of Hurricane)

I have so much more to worry about ,

but goddamn I love these storms.

but goddamn, I love that accent.

but goddamn , I love the current.

It wasn’t right initially,

It felt forced ,

up onto those meat hooks that concuss the passerby’s.

The ones who aren’t lucky enough to duck.

The very same ones who aren’t lucky enough to keep their heads.

The general public, just as the guitar solo kicks in.

The ones who run out during intermission; who leave their car doors open.

The ones with all the wounds and the dead ends and all of the lies, too.

The same ones who end up being the hero in all of the cliffhangers,

the ones with all the scars who come to it naturally,

the ones who swing violently,

the ones who sleep sweetly.