What do we get out of tonight?

What is left over?

It’s free, and loud , engraved and perfect.

It’s loud and slides without assistance,

Like an automatic door,

beads like it water,

‘and its amazing we’ve gotten this far,

its amazing we’ve gotten this far.

The customers don’t even trip over it,

they don’t even seem to mind;

but it will take your their finger with it,

and it will take your non sequiturs with it

if you let it

it will take your fingers with it’

your fingers will feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeel it,

if you let it.

We don’t know where it comes from,

We cant tell any of the plot points just from the trailer,

trust me

trust me

trust me

trust me

Sliding my hands into all of it , though all of it .

Make me watch it

force me through it ,

trust me

like painting ,

shifting throughout the night , bouncing in and out,

like painting.

My thoughts

and the game, in rhythm, is tied together.

to the beat, tied together.

In tow.

Blurred, almost transparent ,

but just right,

blurred, but still just right, in tow.

in two

in trow.

one thought

unbothered and fleeting

a troll under the bridge; a knot.

remembering yesterday, and slipping on the steps on the way up; on a semicolon.

There were meetings, there were. I remember.

we drove off with all of that; we misspelled it, too.

our hair blowing in the wind, with the top down.

and left it behind,

All at once, we didn’t really know how to use it.

but we still managed to name it,

we named it and we named it ,,,

wes, wets, WES… We named it WES.

Sold out and made of sand,

wanting to dance and I am indeed

dancing

not just for the sake of the tightrope or the curtains

not just for the highlight reel,

as I tiptoe down the sideline ,

and we didn’t even know who was sitting next to us,

even they’ve been there the whole time,

plus that driving bass line

and the debt, and

THAT LINE BASS LINE

Don’t be afraid to take a chance

to be a beacon

to blink underneath the streetlight.

To learn what to do with your fingers; all in one night;

blinking at me,

beckoning to me; talking with me.

pleading in autonomous terms and begging me to explain

Strutting and chatting, like a proud cat.

under the moonlight,

like that proud cat..

Catching the light just right,

catching my hat just right,

with a right cross to my gut; to my guy.

right acrossssss,

Who still aren’t hungry?

Who among these Thessalonians ?

who? for context; for brevity’s sake,

Stumbled here and down and rambled down from the top.

like a shaken tree,

stirred into stadium seating,

distilled and extracted

and shuffling right into the middle of the row somewhere.

Into times new roman; ALLTHEWHILE avoiding altercations.

Stepping carefully around legs and necklaces and and spilled popcorn and the coldest milkshakes,

down where absolutely no one could ever reach..

ALLTHEWHILE….

EVERTYHING IS SO LOUD.

LOOK YOUR ON THE KISS CAM.

What I think,/ thought

is laid ,

between my ears.

In the sight of the scope; my hands are wet || I don’t know what to call it.

on the horizon,|| I still know what to call it

crystal clear, yet fruitless,

concentrated,

yet thoughtless.

Flowing out ,

and glowing while properly elevated.

Having sung and sparred and danced your way to this point.

Think of it as a blanket, or a way out..

or graffiti, or as a reverberation.

Think of it as a warmth, as a loss.

Think of it, as me ;

a remnant in your search history.

Of losing a bet even,,,,

a fragment,

, or a really long

pause,,,, even

There hasn’t been anything in that fountain in awhile.

Nothing really formally spilled from there.

dancing around the hilt; the mast.

Near the drought; the edge.

To make it mine, also.

To have it sound like snoring, sawing

snoring,

sawing.

Listening closely; too close and

you’ll be choked out by vines, also.

Too close and you’ll slip on the wet floor,

Even though that fountain is empty.

was empty,

The milk was left out, also.

is out, also,

crying out, also.