How am I supposed to store you in the common ground?
A scream with words in it
Black chairs speckled roofless hallways zoomed out
Drone footage
Orange through the blue window
You with me?
Doppelgänger dipped in the night
One set of footprints
left heel drags
Pulls the vines out
Picture the silhouette
Well defined
Leave no shadow
To slap across the ground
Just spills the lines out
Only walk when the fog rolls heavy
Only talk through the static
When the call drops
Had a fake id with your name on it
I think I dropped it on the same call
Think we’ll ask this bridge for directions
Think the rain stopped links in the chain
Think the backwards swim works the same with your legs crossed and the sink going down tastes as plain
I hate to say it
Something’s on my mind
I love complaining
But the noise
Ac drones out cicadas
Shells thick in the concrete painted over
Legacy like that huh?
With a constant weight - shouldered
Field all red
Mask worn sacred then it’s tossed
From generation
Time capsule buried
Scraped moss
Where the peet still wet
And no directions for your feet
Seem in step
But greased
Running man hunted man
Hunting man
Cunning man to be christened
Fields of sheep skin
And the wolves undressed
In an aerial view it looks like shadows
To be pressed in a suit
Or torn armor with the breast plate loose
And the chain mail gives away
Secret skin torn paper
Ancient hand made
And I was Locked in step
Marker colored hands been touching walls
Beautiful before the coat of paint destroys it
Dagger to the chest
Failure ain’t the best
But the comforts in the rest
Landing on the moon
With the tv’s turned off
No fields of snow
Just a bear to bare your crest
Zoned out
They’ve been fishing in the shallow end again
Slice the sky upon its vacuous maw
Don’t forget they keep you in your collars
praise the water
Keep on singing like defense keeps on swinging to the fences
And the tension cracks a spine or two
Motor hums blank songs black pitch teeth grit
magician in the smoke lodge prepares another trick
diamonds from his palms to his wrists
And I sit there content
Immobile unflinching unblinking and finally
Bored above all else i feel my stomach upset
it’s in my walk before I leap towards the exit
The tent flaps in the dust
The study of a tiny bit of everything
This never claimed to be brilliant
I mean it’s just a sea shell
For christs sake
The best mirages all involve water anyway