All your thoughts organized by colour and all your colours organizing my thoughts Wind and water tousling each other Words and ideas pressed into a slingshot I see you coming I see you coming I see your left leg running I see the river I see the river I feel the water rushing So you can calculate away you can crunch numbers all day build clouds of smoke and trains of thought, the locomotion of the underpaid but your script cannot compare to the scattered, the unprepared words you spoke unbroken chains of thought in the low commotion of the parking lot You’ve got a pretty good eye of aesthetics but I’ve never seen you looking so flourescent I know it gets hard to discern waste when maybe there's still a time and a place but your eyes were open wide and the light was harsh and unkind so you shut up, you shut down you spent your time just hanging around so you can calculate away you can crunch numbers all day build clouds of smoke and trains of thought for the emotionally underpaid but your script cannot compare to the scattered and unprepared words you chose unbroken chains of thought in the low commotion of the the parking lot As I fade away, I watch you hesitate Why don’t you calculate away? You can crunch numbers all day build clouds of smoke and trains of thought the locomotion of the underpaid but your script cannot compare to the scattered, the unprepared words you chose unbroken chains of thought in the low commotion of the the parking lot you faded out of focus

I wanna lay down under the snow I wanna hold you I wanna step through the mouth of a building so terrible and small that I will never come out I wanna stay out under the darkness until it fails me I wanna let the temperature delay me until I pull you off the easel that I painted you on to talk to you to shout at you I wanna talk to you Step into traffic Learn to float above it Into the ether, up above the pavement where if its attention you want then I can give it to you If you find that your neighborhood’s betrayed you and when your friends fall apart, they try to blame you and you who’s God it is you pray to then get out Everything you want to know will gently tear as it unfolds the folds of the map are too damp to hold The things you thought you never knew fade into focus in front of you in full colour, as good as memories you can be made new I wanna lay down under the snow I wanna hold you I wanna step through the mouth of a building so terrible and small that I will never come out I wanna stay out under the darkness til it fails me I wanna let the temperature delay me until I pull you off the easel that I painted you on to talk to you to shout at you I wanna talk to you

Hindcast I will split my face because I can I will hindcast and forecast and I will wash the residue from my pores and I will stuff our heads with everything I can Because someday we’ll have time to spend on each other until we figure out what this is for You always say that you want to do something against the law but I think sometimes what you really want is something simpler, something less specific less of a deed and more of a frozen frame a feeling that you can hold onto when you’re old and going grey Are you sure that we’re welcome here? The world around is unclear, are you sure that we’re welcome here? We were blown in on the wind, you said ‘Are you sure that we’re welcome here?’ While the world around is unclear, I’m pretty sure that we’re welcome here

I wake the waterless winter wind up by overheating it until my skin dries almost mistakable there in the halflight thoughts lucid enough to be half right wandering around with my eyes shut I see twice as much and I quietly wonder if anything I can touch is material I know a world, she’s got bad posture and she has windblown hair Pretty as she is, I can tell that she understands winter I heard the darkness thick as ink inside but saw the sounds of your voice try to taste the colours of black light swollen down and dark but still all right everybody was smirking I saw everybody else was shirking someone I saw cherry red brick and ash, can you feel it? It’s in my head It’s in my hands It’s in my heart It’s in my eyes It’s in my stomach It’s in my arms It’s in my throat It’s in my mind It’s in my chest It’s in my mouth It’s in my legs It’s in my lies It’s in my wrists It’s in my spine You’re everywhere You’re all the time

If there are any words at all that could have saved my life they’d have been Don’t play around with nostalgia It’ll rip your heart out an once at a time Don’t insult me with your diagnosis: I know when my roots have been severed just look at my leaves This shit will eat your food for you it’ll send you home I’m reaching through the floor for you Go on and send me home Let’s say the things we’ve always said and cut off the bloodflow to our heads until everything we own is officially deemed unsustainable I’ve got the left hand of darkness, why don’t you tie behind my back? This superiority complex makes it hard to hear sometimes

You told me it was all a dream I told you “Isn’t everything?” I’m descending into storyville and to everything that that might mean Every little thought is gonna follow me home tonight and every little word is gonna follow me home tonight A convict in the basement of the city is fading the streetlights in but that does not mean what it used to; I’m not going home I feel my collar scraping at my throat and my clothes hanging from every limb There’s a gun tucked in under his coat and jasmine perfume on her skin I remember feeling caught in a crossbreeze you were there beside me quaking like a heartbeat heat weakening my knees And a convict in the basement of the city is fading the streetlights in but that does not mean what it used to; I’m not going home Gomer, if I had to guess I would guess that you are here but before you go and disappear I just want you to know that I’m here, too

The parasitic wrecking ball teeters, faintly drifting side to side The wind is strong, but we can rest in its shadow, we are glad to be alive There is a levitating grandeur in the wrecking of neatly-packaged scripted time It’s a feeling that we both recognize: Panic, liberation, the sublime, silence on the radio, the pause between performance and applause. Everything just goes to show something else, forever, and so on Still, on the way out I'll call and I will gladly take the fall because I'll recognize the dirt and then rise up above the earth and I will fly and you will fly and we will barely have to try at all The best that I can hope to do is document the fragments as they fade to figments Truth and untruth, off balance, or course The interpenetration of lightness and dark Still, on the way out I'll call and I will gladly take the fall because I'll recognize the dirt and then rise up above the earth and I will fly and you will fly and we will barely have to try at all

You are a thought that I had never spoken You are signifier signified There is a distance that you need to travel You’re still inside watching the day go by Oh, the wind is strong and I know that it'll pull you along you can try, and try but your honesty is telling you lies The wind will not be satisfied The meek are clawing their way to the surface I saw window blown out of its frame I do not recommend you interfering The wild animals are being tamed You say you wonder is who will follow you down after you go, but the little fictions will devour you underneath your coat You appeared to me out of the ether out of some sort of closed reality The light refracts on to the scraped up floorboards This is the way that things will have to be My mind's distracted and my shoes are untied I am a lock, and you are not the key a gentle thought has somehow spiralled upwards I am a figment, you are next to me and I know, I know that your thoughts are burning out of control the wind blows and blows you have cut the string and tightened the bow but some things you simply cannot know All you wonder is who will follow you down after you go The little fictions will devour you underneath your coat You appeared to me out of the ether out of some sort of closed reality a gentle thought has somehow spiralled upwards I am a figment, you are next to me I am a figment, you are next to me

I remember I was born of a waterbirth Delivered with my feet on backwards and my head out first The interns gathered at the banks of the birth canal I could not pick out my Dad among the men around My tears were not reflexive, I truly was afraid of the room that I had entered and the mess that I had made I realized I was naked and I was ashamed Without a car, without a job, without a name I don't know why I expected our definitions to line up I knew words are only symbols of what I really try to think but the words you chose, the touch, the name you gave to me all were not what I expected them to be On the day that you returned and I was introduced to the house that you had purchased and to the room you had produced I was asleep, ungrateful for the life you'd planned I see it now though: I just didn't understand