"why do you write?"
he stooped and grinned
and one could see his sickness

"I write to find you
because maybe i need to **** the snake before
the poison goes
or maybe
i don't know
maybe there's nothing left to do
and maybe the people watching us
will throw
pixel bits
or love-left-over
through space
and some of it might rain on us like dust
when we are sleeping
and that would give us a purpose
when we woke"

"Oh,
are you sure you're not trying
to get ******?"

and I wasn't

a chemical composition
light textile and and enough bends
for a knot
all expression of the dead dog in the living room
left behind
as the grow lights over the seedlings
were turned on
and a flower was placed on his dead chest
and I walked out the door
it was a real thing in the mind of a witness
a storm rolled over
a star was never seen again

im realizing
that even when relaxing
im grasping at the air
feel need to hold
what's not there

when the cold in your stare
brings me 'round
to the ground
and im all ears again
making fear a friend
before it gets the better
of us

keep em close
keep em close
embers in your pocket
dont let the wind
turn suspicion
to a rocket

i've flagged down the last cab