All I See is Sirens.

A fading tail of embers

Burns off of a busy ceiling

We couldn’t possibly remember

The nature of this feeling

In a drunken gray skyline

Imagination blisters

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha,

“Probably should have kissed her.”

Inadequacy, Congestion,

Many little blue and black men

And in every direction

All I see is sirens.

The lunar river scalds

The hero’s tarnished complexion

On the moonlight streams fall

The same unexplored sector

No she wasn’t that pretty

In the merciless slaughter

On a bench in the bloody city

Some dead man’s daughter

Anxiety, Expansion,

Not just now and then

And off in the horizon