The angels are playing their instruments as the ship goes down lifeboats made of billboards float through the riptide of endlessly mundane adventures icebreaking the callous apathy one of these days the sun will tire of dancing with the moon in the celestial ballroom and one will fall down on one knee whatever the opposite of a proposal is we ride this rock but donβt listen when they tell us to keep our arms and legs inside the car during the duration the young smolder until they are quenched or suffocated and we all worship the first tree to flower in the spring the line between ADD and stopping to look at all of these miracles is as blurry as **** on the tv but feed us with pills, pop-psychology, and poetry stenciled on the bottoms of bridges by wandering beaten down heroes of St. Paul, San Fran, Richmond Planet Earth the to-do list consists of find some paper and a pen and something to do country folk with straw in their mouth a good hard dayβs work But I just rolled out of bed and the world is flirting with me too much today to simply ignore it