Like twenty minutes out from the Lower East Side tonight.
Waited like a million years to feel the way I do tonight.

Resonating clockwork with the world and the stars beyond the clouds tonight.
If the hours whirl away, just trace the texture of a week (lost time).

‘fraid it might get Too Late(!) and the thing’s been taken from my head before it’s time.
But, for now I’m high on faith: you reached out! And the text read “hi!”.

And I’ve really just been working since that first time.
I’d been bleeding out in the desert and saying I was fine.
You bandaged me and disappeared for like fourteen nights.
And nothing major’s happened yet but I can trust it’s on its way in time.
And I really wanna sleep tonight.

And but so I feel something different out ahead tonight.
A well of patience filled up from a dozen working weeks tonight.

And to their credit, it’s not thrilling me or killing me quite yet tonight:
Making third-wave coffee for corporate coders but the writing piles up at night.

And with every sunset comes a crisis, at least most times.
A dreamer waking on the shore at like 25.
All these unforeseen doors don’t really recognize
that at some point you must have changed. Is this your beautiful life?

And which out past the meagre harbor there’s a shallow bay
where only-casual-okays are treading water today.
You think you dreamt up a great liner sailing off in the deep.
And nothing major’s happened yet, but you can hope it’s on it’s way in time.

And I really wanna sleep tonight.

Enjoy the best time of your life!
Fend off the fog with a subtle knife!
Or your phone’s flashlight!
Cut like some champions tonight!

Plan your escape!
And plan your escape!

They’re flying! (fossils burning!) And they’re feeling so alive tonight.
And past the city, that black curtain’s falling like it does every night.

and they accelerate - the purpling orange gives in to that cruel dark light
with every little death or dream or drink, in the moments they forget their lives.

And when the song ends, the ads play, the lights pour in -
Sleep and yoga, coke and coffee, oh, to see past it!
To be infatuated, waiting in the salty sand!
Why did you wait two weeks? What did you think would happen?

Then atop the dunes the software engineers all do a deadly dance
and the circling silly senators all take their advance
and any job is just a prison or collective trance
and nothing major’s happened yet but don't you fear for where it will in time -

And I really wanna see you tomorrow.

Enjoy the best time of your life!
Fend off the fog with a subtle knife!
Or your phone’s flashlight!
Cut like some champions tonight!

Plan your escape!
And plan your escape!

(jagged
pillow kiss
earlobe filmic gaze
grasping graze sound
icon grey blanket water-clock
cigarette morning now, now open
floor afternoon window open klang
periodes. partiels. us we self i prologue ...
explosante fixe... open ohio treeline you.
you open. open you.
open the softest shivering.)

but with my forehead in your curls -
and your mouth open -
barely scarleted, mewling downy immediacy and white.

The world is emptied into absence excepting the
tip of my thumb -
hypnotic ascent; hypnagogic descent,
circling, recircling your pale shoulder.

And after, everything is raw, split open
into newly somewhat early December light.
and the paleness greying afternoon
dusk pours in -
with thoughts of the world, and thoughts of people we know,
and I want to believe this is some answer; that

there’s some strange new star in the sky
and newly colored starlight, illuminating that
strange and tortured highway towards the
endless falling, falling dark.
That this could lift up me, and you, and
bear us forward with care through time.
I want to believe you meant what you said
and I’ll see you soon.

But the tap cools down real fast
as (playing white) you castle.
And is that the enormous plaguethundering future
shaking the glass?
But I still feel for the first time in years I can
handle what lies ahead.
‘Cause faith’s a funny thing, and I won’t play no games,
though I’m glad you asked.
Or maybe I’ll wait here a while, ‘cause you’ve seen the ship too,
and we’ll go buy ingredients for dinner -
cherry tomatoes, pesto and mozzarella -
and you’ll kiss me in contradiction,
and you’ll kiss me in the kitchen.