Lock (ampersand) Key
there's not much to do in this
pre-Christmas desolation
the sun has risen on
landscapes of dirty dishwater
it's a day made for
putting unimportant things in order
there must be a sequence for this
we just need the right numbers
we need
false bravado followed by
mid-morning naps
permeated in every direction
by rebellious silence
a day where
the music is never loud enough
everything is losing its edge
a jaded junkie of a morning
strange vibrations from
unexpected places
hugging the walls like
wayward hairs in the shower
not knowing which is worse
hanging on, drying out, or
the short trip through the drain
aurora coriolis, my favored fraud
a day in which
we replay childhood memories
but only ones that never happened
all those kids you wish you grew up with
retreating further inward, not noticing that
the birds are all flying blind
south is a dream they forgot upon waking
lost, like us, no concept of home
the only difference
is wings
pre-Christmas desolation
the sun has risen on
landscapes of dirty dishwater
it's a day made for
putting unimportant things in order
there must be a sequence for this
we just need the right numbers
we need
false bravado followed by
mid-morning naps
permeated in every direction
by rebellious silence
a day where
the music is never loud enough
everything is losing its edge
a jaded junkie of a morning
strange vibrations from
unexpected places
hugging the walls like
wayward hairs in the shower
not knowing which is worse
hanging on, drying out, or
the short trip through the drain
aurora coriolis, my favored fraud
a day in which
we replay childhood memories
but only ones that never happened
all those kids you wish you grew up with
retreating further inward, not noticing that
the birds are all flying blind
south is a dream they forgot upon waking
lost, like us, no concept of home
the only difference
is wings