Stayed up for ages

but the clock counts in hours

asleep we watch standing

let's give up on cowards

speaking in fables

burns out holes where we stand


doors lean towards leaving

you know somebody's looking

two tend to wake up

let's see disparate footing

beams help the light fall

superstition is strong

mostly suspicious

looking sideways straight on


like ideas or emblems we've been had

the way that ghosts watch themselves go down…


i'm my own suspicion

of what it might mean

to be caught in a story

you were told in a dream

if we took the pictures

our smiles staining the floor


like ideas or emblems we've been had

the way that ghosts watch themselves go down