i have no time
for my great act
to touch the wind
and break your skin
something as hard as steel
took my place
threw me in water
rolled my record backwards
spun my head around and
around
to fix my work
to pull myself back and put my
feet to the wall.

i was stuck with neon blood
and it drips
and it stains
but who follows it?
and who tries for me?
this is late at night
nobody could find me
if they could
they’re two circled eyes
low hats and dead lips
bloodhound noses to the moon
glad they painted this time
and they could fall asleep
with an elbow in bright day
and toes in dancing dark night.