Crowd stale,
Wholesale
You're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet
The wind shifts.
I drift
To autumn. I tell Dom what I see. She laughs at me.
Blast beat.
We retreat
And it's a lonely street. The burden of circumvention
But fractions
Like us
Fill cities and flats and cul de sacs so we yell over it
(Suspend strumming while you sing)
And it's a laughable scenario
Peripheral motion picture show
And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside
But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice
(Suspend strumming while you sing)
We meet
You scare me
See, I haven't met people from Maine and Athens,
Georgia and Montreal
And I'm dead,
lips red
Lickin sugar. I smile at everyone. Formulated fun