The day rides off like some cowboy akin or a kin to Tom Mix,
sidesaddle,
I'm left paddling a canoe through the night breaking into the stars and making cocktails from comets,
if everything comes to him that would wait how long will it be, how long in this state?

The long shadow of eternity swallows me and yet I don't see the colours of a Universe only the ends of the string.

What light flashes before me in the eyes which do not see? not the past light of a fast life, not the soft light of a muted life, someone
turned the volume down and the 3D World turned blue to follow me,
was it you?

Under the skin where the habitual twitch starts to itch and the Demon wants in
I pretend that I'm out.

The praire though miles filled with empty and half strewn with cacti gets by on a lick,
I read the joke on the lollypop stick and my tongue swells.

I always thought Bow bells were bowed but they're not and that's what a lifetime of searching has got me,
not very much when it all comes to this, a tap on the keyboard, a peck on the cheek, see ya tomorrow or see ya next week and what I really need is that moment where bliss melts the curtains and the peck on the cheek becomes the kiss that would last for a week.

How long in this state?
I lay in wait
and wait.