Fall quickly, take suddenly

fall away you
little pieces of me and pick
yourselves up, I'll be screaming
into the void of my own design,
so i won't have time to drown
you,

"what is it about me,
           that you don't want to talk about?"

almost everything
out of the blackness
almost everything
out of the blankness

Fall

       AND

Crumble

       AND

Fall

       AND

Be mine.

Jotting notes

1. Cracks in ceiling
      holes in sky

2. Conversations thru walls
      footsteps on stairs

3. Sun hides from its brothers
      behind the earth
        innocent stars

4. I can't escape
      drone of modern man

5. River bed is untouchable
      no trespassing on
        God's private land

6. You'll take my words or money
      both kill the soul

Notes

A photograph of me throwing a couch cushion.

Jamie on the floor, a rolling, uneasiness in his eyes. He smirks, hesitates, glances at the floor, smirks again, drunkenly teetering.

Tommy is an elemental, a conjurer of this whole deal. A giant tossing glory like it was a thing you could grab and crush or vomit out of you at will. He is a breaker of walls.

Steve is in his glory digging it all, engrossed, grinning, gunning for the girl, or her clothes. He looks at me with wide eyes bearing his teeth, his soul. I love it.

I'm a ghoul exiting that plastic image carrying a stick torn from an alley and a tree.

Vitaly is everywhere, nowhere, appearing, disappearing, nodding. He gently rests his thoughts on the hardwood floors. He has a god out there. He dodges it.

Eternity dodges too.

Joe's on the couch, somber, assuming this is how it's all supposed to go, trying to disapprove. He can't though. He's had a beer. His arm is around the girl covering her face. Forget about her.

There is time. I've counted it and kicked it off the curbs,

I've squandered it on that Hurricane.