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.

All those bites

those mosquito kisses,

they feel so good,

the blood loss and the blinding light.

That choir singing!

All of it.

and I just don’t want to go to sleep just yet,

I cant get over how good those bites actually feel,

bathed in orange,

which is your favorite, for now.

My swollen feet; your favorite color.

the vampires, for now.

So ubiquitous, and unassuming

those parasites for now

so much so that both they require emphasis in italics.

it all does.

You’re living it,

that constant twinge in my shoulder,

that constant twinge, in orange, in wine,

per se,

sincerely ,

your neighbor.

Both of them pulling like a guitar chord when you’re trying to sleep,

drifting away like a a good sunset,

drifting away in orange…

However we choose to adjust to for inflation ,

and despite our lack of context or forethought,

it’s a near perfect example of taxonomy,

a near perfect example of what an apex predator should look like,

and however still I remain whilst in the trees,

I still swim pretty well,

and despite the tempest,

I still swim pretty well.

Blueberry tops

chocolate bottoms,

that dough soft sugar cake cone

at least they are harder to see in the dark

at least they are easier to rip apart,

at least they are melting in the sun.

The subtitles say it all,

black and white,

back and fourth,

Belching out loud,

announcing this dessert,

or a missed call,

or the approach of the hyenas.

Like a roaring lion proudly sunbathing,

7 days from now

an earwig, proudly scurrying under orange lights

seven days from now

in the twilight

increasing our word count.

That very same earwig,,,

doubled over

under the cold,

like a lion, tamed.. recoiled.

Are you seeing all of this?

All this without looking.

this last little, bit, yeah.

without looking, baby.

A play by play, baby.

It’s lining up to be a great end to the evening,

if not , certainly an abrupt one.

at that.

To learn this way,

to groan; to gurgle,

like that.

It reaches out to grab you,

to hear you,

to thank you.

to say the same thing,

to sit out with your feet in the water.

…Despite what’s lurking below,

…Despite what could take you under.

You continually hum along to the sound and the sparkle of your on voice,

and feel for the uncertainty beneath your feet

as your own uncertain voice floats out over the water

freeing up storage along the way, as it spreads,

like an algae bloom,

devising a strategy all it’s own as it permeates out to various shores.

Sending all the beachgoers running,

and despite feeling strange about all this newfound storage that’s yet to even reach newfoundland

not yet, anyways.

There will still be music for singing,

and music for listening ( that is fundamentally different)

but exponentially? and out loud? all at once?

sure.

Visc3rally? vertically?? Why not?

definitely, definitively

divinity , ethereally.

defiantly, in infinity.

Spur or sour,

both are sharp

and shaped like me,

and taste like me,

either way ,

either way both are melodic; metallic.

either way both are albatrosses

in their own right.

Instead they are weighed down by me.

Instead they are accompanied by me.

I’d keep going if anyone would (will?) let me ,

when I drag ( dragged?) me down.

and I hate where it comes from sometimes,

all of it (me) floating upwards of course ,

and I think were at point where most people would get lost

because it sounds better that way