the concrete isn't so bad when you're too distracted,
the buzzing of business and personal life gives you plenty to dwell,
keep your smirk and hopes to see them in hell,
enjoy your view from your kingdom of public property,
and complain about basic rights robbery;
tell yourself you'd do it right, if only you had a voice,
stuck somewhere in the middle, stuck without a choice.

voice of rust,
cracked hands,
brain of dust,
made nothing of the land
but will still adjust,
eyes of steel,
muscles weak,
nothing real,
made nothing but let me be
and i'll see how it feels.

Living at hard angles,
the hemophilac in the razor blade factory
a diabetic making chocolate,
the alcoholic cooking with vanilla

A car running out of oil
in the great Mojave Desert
broke down,
while heading to Paradise, Nevada

Life at hard angles,
hard to get started
hard to get around

Rent gas water, electric insurance garbage,
car needs tires, internet phone
food
whose ever screaming the loudest
bank accounts have been known to go to zero

Cry all night

We're going to hold on to each other tight
it's all temporary
Even when you're sleeping hard
living at hard angles.

When I look over
my shoulder
all I see is a star
shining through
a dark hole
and hear a strange sound
like wind crying out
through the trees
or the creaking
of limbs
a dark shape
passing over the moon
like an omen
of a mad woman
I once knew
a ghost ship
spreading her legs
like a cross
arms reaching out
her name lost
to my memory
something that sounds
much like my doom.

Death is the celebrity we all know
(just not personally).