Brooklyn

radio chatter drains from the vents. ears chase away the noise in bits and pieces. idle cement boils elastic history. rubber bones are bent climaticaly together. machine women are always crafty. transmit this sack of sweet slumber. and sever off their heads. bolt down the smug imposture to the walls of the alley. let it sit. and dispense of all trickery thats only been calling bluff. we've been shoveling empty promises. and disecting somnolent dreams. i refuse to stagger these tunnels that are rotting with foolish voltage. let it spill out shamelessly. and gather all of it's vampires. my feet stomp at the metal runways. pissed off and heated. she's hissing again. she stopped to chase the sirens.