So yeah i’m trying to teach my skin

how to fly But everyone thinks they’re
a genius Cracking a pill in my teeth

My skin bristles under hot narcotic hands
as if the argument stirred her somewhere

Swirling just below the surface swum
out to meet me this whorish night Watch

how i witch the tuning of wind-chimes away

This picture would be perfect in doppler

It’s true i don’t need watched over

like a child And fathers are useless
except as roadmaps Adoringly lined

and folded over in wrong ways i need
music to sit with me while i reflect

Sentience just wears me out Tensions

among far-flung nettles draw tenderness
from novitiate skin Truly this is

our heaven littered with crumpled selves

It’s raining in lorain ohio Isn’t that
funny The people i know are teaching me

Softly with only these hands that have done
no-one good i roll a 3am joint And

softly with only this fire i would have
killed over i light it Don’t you feel the lake
this close to you on your skin in your hair

The rain is like your hair When it hits
the street it spreads with a brutal slap

Someday we will compute from clouds
I’d prefer really to clean my glasses and my screen

with windex At the warehouse project in manchester

guilt bleaches concrete and rests behind a facade
of tasks Holy caffeine batman you take wittgenstein
far too much to heart crossing over silence

again and again filling it balls-deep But behind that

we’re both just kissing water threading flat temperature
And someone else just wouldn’t look that good on you

Every morning the same prayer-song unwinds
effervescent thread through the streets

i’m bursting with sap and smoke and spore

The rains flickered across my chest leaving only
freckles with curfews too early to watch me

These references we make are all so oily

Loping across the dew of white fields even
though i’m busted as viscous and drag where

i should talk You can have some too