The End Of Night

A mouth of dust as I exhale plugging in the drum machine

pushing on the southbound arrow to bring the tempo down

settling down comfortably low down is where I use to go

them ear buds blooming bloody pollen on the keys

dusty dusty and still into the dried out heart am I digging

no right or left ventricles just a bloody bouquet of roses

up from you can I next to you or at least from afar imagine

calling on my weaker angles to reign me back to where I belong

a knee play boiled down to the tendons

808 endless states 909 area codes push-pull-hold music waits

a murder of them greek choruses

begging before you am I, missing them muscles that lift me up

up up up up up can I just from this bed get up

and if and when can we two pretend that I am what I once was?

they built a lighting rig to take down Curits Mayfield

but no lighting rig is going to take him out, him nor you nor me

all that everest shade thrown from gilded pockets

none of that shade landed near to us

none of that shade is going to block out this UV/IV

stand up baby, snap yer' fingers, obstruct injustice

every polaroid every minds eye every bottled message

for safe keeping we did house for later ons

these temptations 5 stairsteps 4 tops they didn't dead end

they didn't dead end the heavens

with their courage and conviction and necessity

they found all this sorrow a neccessary thing

built quick and cheap so as to be easy to discard

just toss it off and aside and away

let's the two of us magic trick our love home

it's as easy as 123