Magic City Wholesale

Crowd stale, wholesale.

We're on the porch and there's a keg and you are quiet.

Wind shifts, I drift

To autumn. I tell dom what I see.

She laughs at me.

Blast beat, we retreat.

And it's a lonely street, the burden of circumvention,

But fractions, like us,

Fill cities and flats and cul-de-sacs.

So we yell over it and have a laugh.

And it's a laughable scenario,

Peripheral motion picture show.

And I feel your eyes, and I stayed inside,

But it wouldn't work so I soak up your vice.

Tonight's a blur.

We meet.

You scare me.

See, I have met people from maine and athens, georgia and montreal.

And I'm dead, lips red,

Licking sugar, I smile at everyone.

Formulated fun.