running rampant round late autumn trails,
through memories of the breathing, the still here
and the not-still-here, the vanquished, stone divine

this is a prediction, this is a beautifully dug entrenchment;
this is a scalding habit, this is a carefully drugged patient;
but, now:
now, enthrall, now, withdrawal;
Now, NOW, tighten the blinds!


it's too, far too, bright, and it's August 23rd.
just stop it, man.
dont't let the narrative narrate;
remember the living undead:

this is a prediction, this is a beautifully dug entrenchment
to lie in when the dogs are near, to exit when the clouds are clear;
i don't have any more will, more will to hemorrhage here;
grab the pen: grab the shear! grab the pen: grab the shear!

the sun shadows your skull

blazing on, elevating

the alright and the fabulous alike

do some wells store and share

while some merely drink

the scraps from our forks

feed our people's families

feasts for the gods but

you disappear into the crowd

down, down, down, drowning 

the best love is homeless

you can't find it on google maps

youll only see it in the street

but sniper blimps seal our fate

the adults will kill us all

words wont win badges here

only time can send the wind to move you

only the world can show you our beautiful stars

again amid the deep rank scars of blah

drowning your waves ashore

this, my greatest fear

that you have forgotten

how to look at me

with arms for me

with arms for you

a child's love is homeless

you can't find it on google maps

youll only see it in the street

but sniper blimps seal our fate

the adults will kill us all