i loved the world
but the bridge is broken
frosted glass
and shiney tokens
marbled halls
feathers molten
gears and bolts
comfort chosen
comfort in the ticket
that dangles from that line
that line that you ink out
and methodically plot the time
comfort in the widget
that sensually pours
your wine
that wine that you swallow
and feel you're in your prime
i'm taking off
i've seen it all
the fireworks,
the outlet malls
this tiny cell,
is six feet tall
the net we've built
calls for fall
