to lie at edge
to find time between breathing
i frolic from side to side
feel avant-garde at the guard’s rails
wondering from street light to homicide
dark on my right
nights in technicolor
to wander from left to right to left
to be in question of desire i said
to be a broken man
we twist in ages
in ways wires can’t mend
i question sanity in our fire
two and a beat
words
you threw at ceilings
fences in tango
between birthright and center-right
two understand the meaning
beautiful things occasionally
never mean anything
our iron never meant
hands could never bend
through fences with holes too tight to dance
your eyes and mine
three glasses
one at ten and two at two
it was always you
dreams in density
vibrance, temptations
screams in ambient nights
eleven only means what you believe it does
words take meaning when you see
how far i can fade into you
in your dark white shirt
three feet ahead
to ricochet
is to be the warmth
two and a beat
i told you
there was meaning
wet lips of your neck
beautiful things never said
from time to time