is the ache and
the throb from
speaker boom
or ventricle rooms?
the half-moon cleared but
the haze shined our faces,
staring at a band on stage
we don't buy tickets for.
'but it hurts you, doesn't it?'
your lips move in the dark
lit in neon and argon and photons
voice strangled by echoes and chatter
that i can only catch a question mark.
'then why are you still standing here?
it hurts you.'
hoots and cheers as a riff
of an electric guitar strung by a man
four-folds older
answered my silence.
we stood still
and you nodded your head
to the rhythm.
he was off-beat.
'it's very much because i want you.'
he scratched his voicebox with words
i can't slice out much like
these words i write in my head but
never seemed to come out at all.
the half-moon was clear.
but the haze.
it's because i'm used to it.
because i'm used to it.
speaking parts were fictional.
People know how to make it come and go
all that I know you never stay
all that I know you never stay
this song, wow unf.
