Curled wrists
Hung spine
Garroted feet
Twisted hands.

His hands. Lonely, cold. Open to the end.
He sees. The terrifying rust in the rainbow.
He is. Alone.
Afraid.

Look how the statue cries.
Marble happiness in frozen glory.
Lips solid
Stare solid
Solid mood.
Solidly mistaken.
Halted in state, gripped by time.

It's time
We're rushing
We're breezy.
We're good.
Breathe in
Airwaves.

Get high,
Get laid,
Everybody gets paid.

What day is it? Monday?
Dice are rolling
Eyes are rolling
Words are rolling
Stay with me for some fun tonight.
As the day goes so slow
A jackhammer in me
I don't know me anymore
We are singing with ourselves tonight.

But the clouds don't sift til the sun is walking and the,
Wheels on the fish turn in the morning til the,
Milkman pops his first cold one until the,
Doors closed on the busy dawn and then the...