sun is the biggest man of all
the moderately moderate
the rhythm might be the hardest part
the blood might be the hardest part
the once white brick
now ghost blown yellow
above the freeway
steer, column, screws
freezing together
could the grass crack the cold?
keep the black waves
from spinning you
out
the shame of going nowhere
that breath is not enough
no more notes from the hospital
sun is the biggest man of all
not enough spine in their pens
the antique paints no picture
ground the geography
to what end is your vision?
the black wire crazed electric
crashing through the window
the fire might be too fast
try and save something