distillery towers go up and you run away. dew settles and rust puddles. the sun goes down and is chased up by tire yard rooster calls.
34% of a lifetime later. the alcohol has rusted through the towers north and northwest framework. you chase after the one you ran away from.
should you stay .in. the stolen shopping cart the crippled fire escape the mattress surrounded by studio lights the blood stained bus the plague filled 5th story room.
the problem is/was/will be.
'you never understood love'

radio ghost records float through the dusty air. black lace and empty cigarette holders are washed away in contraband whiskey rivers. pupil-less eyes run up walls made of dirt and glitter. thousand toothed mouths light matches with one smile.
faded choruses sing.
turquoise feathers melt.
electric smoke settles.
the phonographic telephone rings.
'when are you coming for me?" and echo on line twenty three said.
then. a city wide black out and a dial tone.