Eric: Rock grammar tight, noose-like around neck bite, stub my ego on the next flight out from insight. Dwindling sun, time zones embrace twilight like mistakes erase hindsight: 0/0. Stake through a heartbeat’s decibel, three decimals spell my name shorthand despite my long prong-face power-surging a mic. Faintly floating, wings of candlelight flap on the wall—unveil paintings with curtain strings only the artist could draw. Architectural fractals—altitude increased summit to depth, winds push hours like smoke rings to save breath. And, if I may quote glass: “I was born to shatter—it could’ve taken years, but I got lucky. For a thicker piece, you can blow me…” Expose me for what I am: Transparent, clutching a cliff’s edge—to look up I can’t bear it, it merits aspects I wasn’t designed to expect of me. So I wait patiently for rescue to arrive just in time to see the vultures start circling my life expectancy. I look at a bull and think of words to scratch in between his horns’ parentheses, i.e.: “In a catastrophe, I thank [g]od for blasphemy,” or: “Naturally I chose chemicals via pharmaceutical industry.” Now my only complex is simplicity—this means my nightstick is gun shy. Innocuously unstable—firecracker chain reaction during a domino effect on the assembly line. While two mystics play ping pong with my third eye, when I arrive outside it starts snowing fireflies…
Nate: Approaching the stereo I’m radio-interactive, premonition my tactic to sound so unattractive. Bastardless fathers so solemn topple like columns and fallen angels of different graces are calling out names for faces. Self-complication elevating my standard’s hectic, adjusting perspectives wish I could simplify metric. Conscience flutters… Blades for cutters—suffering mothers have other reasons to smother out the fuckers revealing stocking stuffers. Nothing will “ever and ever,” pursuing pointless endeavors. Cranial pulleys, levers pushing/pulling the best of nevers. Whichever consequence is consequential, influential influenza proving denser condensation—clouds essential. Confrontations, accusations, over-thought out reservations— complicating reparations, separating nations’ patience. Replacing places, every day’s a face that changes, rearranging mazes’ phases and the lackadaisic observations. Essence of a basic oblivious chant, uproarious—live obvious, vicarious, scary…it’s so hilarious. Intravenous like a penis spewing forth my lost causes, impregnate just efforts graces clearing space for the clause’s pause…
