when the door locks
and the snore across the room amplifies
do your thoughts turn in a particular way?
the lamp is on
the noodles are boiling
and there are apparently 46 more days, as far as i can remember, and they've made it difficult to type on a phone
I'm typing this on a phone, BTW
Orion, and his got damn belt, are trying to hide
but we won't let them
ash falls
the sign blinks
I don't remember what it says(I think it says HERALD)
the rain, the cold
all should burn into memory, like hydrogen being crushed by gravity
the birds are asleep now, as they should be
it's 1:39am
go to bed idiots, and my hands are cold
supported by the concrete evidence of the sidewalk
meandering through fire and story
standing on the broad face of a bench
speaking the cellular voice and staring at the concrete car parade. the cycle and the damned and the walk by pedestrians stuck and not looking to stare
punctuation goes sideways and all thoughts are passed in this liminal space shrouded in what we can only hope is what we thought we wanted and on and on and on
the sun has set. the song has been sung
twigs grow long
the birds know
I saw this place through a window far above
shoes meet streets
beats meet beats
the strings sang songs
and I had words
and now I'd like to go back, and say those words again
