2011 1/2

Eat your trashed goodbyes

I found that scream I screamed into

it was just my own history

good enough for concrete where history don't mean a thing

Listen to me for just a moment

I am somewhere tired in your stores

your shipyards

your shoes jumping into big business and politics

drunk in your pockets

Its becoming harder and harder for me to recall the wallpaper

my memories are a million lost corners

so go

go somewhere

Climb a fence…

Get caught

trespass and get lost

because I could get thirsty or hurt in your industrial trap