Artificial Sun

Feeling the black swim of formation, wings take flight inside, wings make it alive.....

Eating some kind of food purchased, all share the nutrients, she is in the mirror, she remembers nothing of being here, triggers lost in gunfire, smoking battle, gone.....

Indifference to the thing, somehow crying, somehow worried, somehow drama, somehow scared, somehow here, somehow there, somewhere, sometime, somebody, something.....

Hints to the clue swing the boogie of the dead man hop the train going nowhere, burnt skin, the sun an artificial thing, the sun a brilliant magnitude of flare, the sun makes her ill, eyes swollen from the stare, window drawing near, missed, reminisced, forsaken, given, taken, awaken, faking, wishing, screaming, laughing, tears.....

Harder than steel unaware of the beam falling off the empire landed in his pants for the nose with the gift of gab swallowed by the lair......

Words come from fingers; it appears......

Artificial everyone all around, artificial sound, artificial reaction, drama everywhere.

Fear.......

Worry for a future ever present now or later, worry for what will happen while happening, concern for who I cannot see, concern for who I am, not here where I want you to be......

We going to the store this cycle?

She is loaded, how did she do that, aw shit, aw well, she does not remember me, she must got a thing for me, I got the thing for her, I wish I was her swing, I wish she would swing my way, this thing is the admiration, this thing is better than devotion, this thing is better than a husband, this thing is softness, she might buy the whole, would fuck it up good too........

What am I going to do without you? I look for you everywhere. I look for you at the lingerie store, I look for you to dig the do, I look for you to work with, I look for you to recognize, a face like mine, a body like mine, all day bug eyes be smiling funny at me, making me feel like a god damned zoo, all night long I am accompanied by symbiotic man, wondering how we both got here, wondering how we dream this damn thing, wondering if my hunch is correct, damn.........

Here comes the artificial sun.....

What if I am made of bats? What if the frequency of multiplication speaks, moves, dreams for me? Where am I? Is this the body? I like her lots.....I want her bad. Almost as bad as I want you.....how do I get to you......how do you come here? Do you want this? You sure you want me? You sure you want to do this with me? If I could go to you......

I am tired of the damn store, the weird wall of shit, I do not want that shit, I do not know what that shit is about nor do I want to buy that shit. I am tired of the damn music, I am tired of the damn spiritual shit, I am tired of the damn machine, I am tired of watching, I am tired of dreaming, I am tired of wondering, I am tired of living downstairs, I am tired of running upstairs, I am tired of suffering, I am tired of being tired, I am tired of sleeping, I am tired of digging, I am tired of hallucinating, I am tired of thinking I know what is going on, I need to know what is going on, I need to be there.

Then again I might be crazy.

If I am crazy does that mean you are crazy? Two crazy make one sane.