tick tock

[byronius]

wet twin trains in munich
steel
steel
harvard twin star
chemis magic trilobyte baby
welton. zeroed down attacked in camera
the closet smashed splintered lintel
there are six voices in my head
one sayeth grief
one goad one sides with djinn
the old man offers coffee and whiskey
‘are you still up’
driven in youth to the edge of the city
take off
don’t come back
have you ever wandered
nowhere to go
no one to know
the magnetic field twisted and clenched
in burned-out circuits
no one is ever truly dead
she said
oh those thirty million years
yes, that long dust plain
i see you i see it
infinite takes
one, perhaps two
the cuts in-between
the others
yeah, no one’s watching
do
it