Line

clutching tight to the hand
rail, empty look on your face
behind this metal is mecca
behind your eyes is everything
polyester overcoat barcode combover
you may catch fire at any
moment
ignite, ignite, ignite
and take this all with you

longman language activator two
shrinkwrapped packs of biscuit sticks
your memories will carry you,
your memories will carry you alone

in nishi-motomatchi i am sure you’re
gonna run for it but the
vacancy holds it back
umbrella stuck from rust

the pattern of his
sunday shoes twists frighteningly like
french bread
examine what he’s working with
examine what you need

clutching tighter to the hand
rail, this metal is a dish sponge
you’re not going anywhere
and i’m taking you with me