It's not real.
I am not there.
No one is.
It's just air.
It's not true.
I'm not me.
I'm a figment.
There's no she.
There's no us.
No them.
No later.
No then.
No times.
No places.
No lives.
No faces.
Just wasted,
Wasted,
Wasted.

Picture one,
Smile.
Picture two,
Dimple.
Picture three,
Twinkle.
Picture four,
Shy.
Picture five,
Coy.
Picture six,
Flirty.
Picture ten,
Words.
Fifteen,
Walking.
Twenty one,
Lips.
Thirty three,
Hand.
Picture forty,
Nearly.
Forty two,
Ah.

Stuck,
On a pivot,
Round and round,
Turning,
Turning,
Bound.
Winding,
Winding,
A strand,
Of fibery, coarse, fabric,
Around,
Shoulders,
Chest,
Hands,
Knees,
Feet,
Bound.
Boun­d.

Lights,
In the street,
A long, long row.
Arching and curving,
To the end of the road.
Lights,
In the street,
A cortege.
Little bright specks,
Stretching far,
Far,
Far.
Away they stretch,
Behind the bend,
Bequeathing a glow,
A luminous thread.

Lines,
Green, blue, red, white.
Keeping in,
Leaving out.
Confining and taut,
Rigid and wrought.
Keeping me in,
Leaving me out,
On the border,
Over the edge,
Hanging,
Alongside doubt.
Flapping in the breeze,
Dangling in the air,
Oxidising,
Splitting hair.
Over the edge,
Over the bluff,
Harsh, coarse, rough.
Barren and crumbly,
Numbly,
Numbly,
Numbly.

Lines, in between,
Dividing.
Separating,
Necessity from obsession,
Air from depression,
Bother from pain,
Madness from sane.
Sadness from sorrow,
Today from tomorrow.

Gray, dark asphalt,
Leading somewhere else,
Away.
From here, this place,
Leaving me,
Astray.
Darker, grayer, asphalt,
Under my feet,
Dumb.
I'm standing in shadow,
Hearing the bit of no,
Drum.