they dropped like flies
like the last wasted breath of that cigarette butt held in yellowed fingers
they dropped like flies from trembling fingers
you are the lizard brain muscle response
grasp out a frantic S.O.S to the outside
you are
each strangled cry
frost up the late night windows of
our young lovers
starry eyes
seek the constellations
but they are all
crossed my heart and hope
for something new
two lovers in a backseat camera (obscura)
zoom out
they scramble a frantic transmission
pan (handle) to show us
the truth that we keep tucked (under)beneath our
eyelids
together we whisper
fervored feverish
infection of the inflection
wordplay is the only truth worth lying for
worth dying for they’re dropping like flies
dropping like premature questions
dropping like baseball bats into the streetlights
bring me some peace of mind
dance through the streets after dark
dance through these dreams
after all
it’s only you who’ll make it out alive
it’s only you so dance on their broken backs
and find your own way up these tracks
