another piece in this new "style" o' mine

[he_eats_faces]

collecting raindrops in a bucket
that was once used as the only
self serviced thought equipment
for the stars. it was exactly the idea
I needed to get my big break. six
years into this ratrace and all I had to
show for it was a collection of polished
buttons and my mother's only dream. I'm
no expert, no scientist, I only know what
I like and what resonates with color.

oh no. I've left the shelf open
again. any second and..and..and..
and that was when I realized someone
else was speaking my words.
'we can't waste these', I thought
gently. the soft sound of the shore
spells out every imaginable possibility
and I free form float in a black and golden
horn.

it's taking all of forever, again, and
so you sit. alone in your apartment.
cigarette and remote, hand in hand.
life's been good to you and you know
it. that's why you'd never expect
the man slowly creeping up and..

"over venus outer shower inner outer shore, I'm
almost sure" she told him. and so it was.
the answer he had been looking for.