3 february

even while falling I'm calling in for the to-do list
can't twist away too long while the song's on hold
who told you to turn left there? where's the square and the T that they modeled for -- the car, I mean
the scene changes and the dream fades
wading in the river where the shiver turns black
whack-a-mole and the chords sound wrong
strong enough to arm a bear - wearing out the welcome though the cave will have its day
wading in the river again
standing in the sun
let me tell you how the song goes
let me tell you when the chorus
even as the picture fades the curtain comes again
the skin itches the screen twitches and silver goes the flick
click camera action roll and silver goes the screen
dreaming as the B-roll fades and gentle to the night
dylan thomas cabin john and park goes the way
the cinema stars and cinnamon rolls all fading as we rise
with cavernous eyes and and carving knives and evening stars to fade
we have our thoughts and recipe cards
but not a thing to wear
the tragedy is, the chapter to turn: nobody knows the score
it's halftime again - it always is - and thoughts turn back to gray
the rhythm appears, a natural gait, and steadily fades
it's gone
while the skip
now we've done it against the speed of sense it's happened while concrete crashed an elephant once
even as i waited for night
a helicopter
helping
bold in the tangled trees
the taglines
threaded tight like thriftstore dummies fighting over spare buttons
only the lights caught but still i could hear
fearing i would sleep with those blades caught against the window
blinds leading the scrape
glass against the trees
freezeframed and searching
lurched against back then gone
finally flung apart out into there
anywhere else but here
darker void of east
swallowed by the someday sun