rip wires
radiate my
arrhythmic
analog heart
radio dials
click & turn
unnumbered
stations to
static bliss
the battle
lines are
drawn by
poor boys
& cosmonauts
lost in
transmission
rip wires
radiate my
arrhythmic
analog heart
radio dials
click & turn
unnumbered
stations to
static bliss
the battle
lines are
drawn by
poor boys
& cosmonauts
lost in
transmission
a dead eye
gathers flies
from skeleton
pockets, sunflowers
bullets, bullets
sing a lullaby
after the dawn
bombs
after the bombs
snow
after the snow
silence
after the silence
shock
after the shock
blood
after the blood
defiance
I’ve tried
to escape
the past
too many
times & now
that bastard
drives a
’68 Charger
so watch
out son
he’s coming
up fast
half-off
drugstore
candy hearts
means fools
will pay
anything
for love
standing on
one leg in
the middle
of traffic is
a good way
to test your
mortality
especially
if you also
need to pee
if you’ve read
this note then
you know the
rest so get
to it—what
the hell are
you waiting for?