Unkempt

i had no idea what to say to say in the first place, love wasn't as simple as a bear trap it was more like hunting for grizzlies without a shotgun and i left all my liquor down by the river, the next thing you know she's got a tab on the movements of your eyebulbs and when you find the pen you'll forget where you left the paper, it's the same thing over and over, a falling piano, dawn-tinted cobblestone streets and cigarettes and coffee next to the blackened river, down by the port your lose yourself, untie your shoes and start saying things you would never do in the presence of friends, but this is different, you are a fish with wings, you a snowball tossed in blood, you are a pilot with a feather obsession, the ink and paper and the octopus are all for show, nothing but a cabaret cut loose from the strings and a marionette swinging to the breakdown, so typically incoherent I hate myself again for permitting my own liberty, but here it is as a second, an instant of nothing, of vomitus onto the screen, kagney and carter with their bowties, looking down from the balcony remembering the fiery edge of summer and humming in their sleeves, beautiful, nasty and altogether absent. what a putrid nuisance of words so far.