I don't know why this sinking feeling
dims like light bulbs over time
not the new florescent
but the old bulb
neon vampyres alight the streets
and blood drives us further inside
these inside jokes cause constant chuckle
as we know ourselves dying on the coast
why am I high fiving you in all my dreams
night plagues me with lollipop disasters
in old circling dingy on murky duck pond
maybe you can tell me what's this about
and maybe you won't
either way, maybe drink in sad silly bars
in a different time and different face
something to give you but I can't
it pulls at my insides & then see it all
plateau and alley in the same view
you run of the mill dismembering
it's just a view
but it costs