an arrest
my wrist is best
rhythm twitching
taking pictures your questions can't be answered
rain and corn exist
hang on, with both arms, but you won't die if you fall
a blood test
and slit the rest
with a silent click
as tones are changing quick
chain gun, a wild tongue
that beats it's song on you
hang on, make sure it's what you want,
it's right behind, and leans on you
lie unseen, in dusty beats
cry into sleep, kin
can't get along in here
throw over my shoulders
and leave old shoes
hang on with both arms
like you used to do
leading up
to that long walk home
nature, feigns it too
blackened cues
they can't get it far enough
a piece of me that's part caveman
still wants to kiss it on you
hang on with both arms if what you want is clear and alive
no plastic screws