I am drunk under the electrics

stumbling, scrambling, screaming,

at the top of my lungs

if I never said another fucking word

would I just disappear?

happy bruised fucking year

and we walked, a picture fuzzy focus

we where climbing through the street lights

with our lives on our tongues

and each word

we said beside the airport

slowly dissipated one by one


I have found marks upon my shoulders

where you clipped the broken airplane wings

you gave to me

You will learn a language I will never speak

a brigade of flags white

A surrender of teeth


And downtown

I breathed booze and bright lights

bars and cars and the traffic of night

I've been so far wrong I might be right

And the man in the park talks loud

his eyes all ripple white

he says god's teeth is the city

and the sidewalks so wide

are where they sleep at night

this city doesn't know how to sing


your older then your colder