Alongside all hearts as they finish with backdrop cities

Like jagged teeth digging deeper

Ripping new wounds for former scars

Stricken with insomnia

Sickened lungs insist on heavy breathing


And the conductor is conducting electrical time signatures

And I fall into rhythm.

My life is a rhythm

And my feet will improvise;

(my feet off beat.)

As I sputter at the knee like a leaking faucet


You'll be undercover, under covers,

Sleeping with the enemy

This is what we like to call internal espionage

Concrete coated gazes in hot pursuit of self-made mazes

Talking circles around each other,

Deserting halos to be

Handcuffed and hogtied with your words


On the search for girls

(Stricken with insomnia)

With milk-carton father figures

My veins are pulsing

(Free-form jazz)

To peninsula extremities

My fingertips tap

Polyrhythms like nervous fragments from a nervous mouth

And these words set the cadence

To the crude interpretation of scripts and codes

Breeding pixels without homes-

Reside in my mind; Resonate in my eyes


So affect this love affliction.

Leave the injured overturned;

Fight for breath with flailing arms,

In vain, to float the bane.


Tentative tastes for those less interesting

Leave the injured overturned.

Fight for breath with flailing arms,

In vain, to float the bane.