...was a man...

flounder hot like lost beats waiting for the synapse signal to be buried six feet soon
someone salt the swan song to make it go down smooth
no traction here

kept in the dark by darkness kept
clear looks over the vista
that endless glare fluorescent flat

cold follows the wake of the dynamite heart
sheer is the floor as its feel belies your ghost
someone could be yelling for help
someone should be yelling for help

-arf 07