Ones and Zeros
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
