streaming the dirty tide-
washed up from all the pain
 waiting for the cymbals to crash
- a memory of the street
 time bunches up around my neck-
anger at what
---now ----now ----now
 sensing the ambiguity of sensing the ambiguity
   still the shadows illuminate
like a giant yellow advertisement
  - wooops
 a day Z
   - stories u tell yourself
turns out they're not true
  the sharper the knife
 -the less it hurts?
 -  yeah no
  put on that dude
- and just remind the time
it's a quadlibet -
  you danced until everyone else  dropped
--- say sayonara sweetheart
 time for juice boxes -
 and long kisses