the moon hung low and dark and yellow, i mean, it was about to burst i biked over uninvited, you received me with your warmth last night on earth, decaying stars, i’m so in love with what we are and it’s a poison to the spirit not to tell you that stumble to the stairs facing the ocean, caught up in my old shit there’s a hole in your heart, that’s how the blood pours in and out of it tell me what you see in these binoculars my dad gave me i can’t believe that i believe that you believe in me until you find yourself inside a basement full of everyone you’ve ever met and the moments aren’t divided by the clock or by a wage and when the band just starts to play and you can taste the bitter sweat and all the bodies start to move together, rollin’ like a wave for a moment there, you’re just drunk as hell on a beach in pensacola where the words we struggle underneath dissolve, and you’re just there beside me on this demented night’s unfolding, friend, no barricades can hold us so light a fire in the barrel and sing it one more time with feeling: 60’s pop melodies my mom sang to me, it goes, “i wanna make you feel free”
