The race starts with a gun, some self-appointed vigilante jerks into the
crease and aims, mutters monkey, mutters keep it on the hush, tells us
how to run without looking suspect, treats his freedom like an interview
So how do you recognize change?
I don't recognize you
I'm running
don't
shoot The race starts with a camera clapping for the pact language
overrides in social life and we act like you say, he mutters polka dots
and moonbeams lace in his eyes seems like don't wait up-- but the gold fronts and total chicken grease survivalism of him crushes the opposition
I crescent in the limbs looking for something to pretend to be
holding straight off the bend. Fall into my own embrace, apostrophe,
stray embers, trophy dive beam/ see you on the flip side. pladau, how
you, how you, wanna be/like me/ now... The air is full of what it relinquishes. A costume
of sound pushing the thinking/thinking if I could I would be what it
relinquishes. That gift, that lifted figaro in the shower, spur, sputter,
whisper, how many feet beating the clay into the shape of the race make it across on record and sign some non-disclosure agreement all green and anything you say blood, nickname for family, synonym for how far to run
