mise en scene

just before the conflict a soldier reflects

Passing a note to the navigator

to adjust altitude in anticipation for

the havoc we wait for

in the ground. Erupting in violet sparks

to burst forward anarchy as the dog barks

out a swan song, being the perfect mimic

for our flight. While Joe was whim sick

& couldn't take the blood shed any more

shivering skeletons , his only kin , leaning against the door.

 

Framing a new burroughs piece of shotgun art

blasting thru the walls bucking inside the storms heart.

As we welcomed the static beat of raindrops ,

feeling the platinum twist inside. For the same knots

always occur in these moments nicking

the vocal chords caught , outside the lightning licking

all the girls w-/ tourettes snapping at the heels.

 

As we all wait , for our , faces in the film reels.