Fingertips should just slide over the keyboard…strokes of genius and strokes of love and lust…technological affairs…plugging in…tuning in…I promise to never tell the truth…to give no mercy…fading off…divining…scrying…reading bones and entrails…tea leaves and street signs…always giving up…running scared…unshaken…pausing…to look in your eyes…like a wild animal…curious…wanting…your colors vibrate alive…halfway between here and there…smooth plastic keys beneath finger tips…

Cross my fingers…cross your mind…I don’t need love you see…the grace of circumstance…slow dance with me…hold me in the dark for a moment…omerta…

Candle wax climbing up the walls…orange flickering in the night…shadows like thieves…thieves in the twilight…always in the back of my mind…a symphony bleeding…a sea shell held over the ear…forgotten whisper…released in the beginning…stretching until the end…

Feeling uppers please…the soul of a lion…the king of vacuum…drowning in the tub…drowning in my blood…I’ve got to be so fine…floating downers…a living canvas…

Numb…cold fingers…breathing clear…the depth of me…fading into me…falling into me…unknown friend…my hidden god…a long walk alone down an empty hallway…crowded dreams…silent signaling…obscure peace…haunted by secret chiefs…

Like Kubla Khan…I’m taken away…

But I’ll be back to finish…