You amidst your machines gone Mad and dreamy A jar of roses Old anemic From bright to brown Burners on to keep the plants warm To keep the air good To atmospherically calm you down Cords cross the room to ring half Unwilling to pull you from your place A voice to shake you from your gaze Refocus you on the hot Growing cold Hello to hang up Hands pale Mouth improved from Glued to movement You smile a bit before falling back into the room I watch you like you're art Like you are Leaning like you are To mean something You stop traffic You're the source I'm the addict Surrounded by all your old instruments and fashion books Three years will keep you angry Angry angry Plenty angry and enthused Right into a state of static Moods quite ecliptic Panicked into Some sort of beautiful median Bleeding comedian Emerging from gun smoke I am aways wrong when Assigning stories But oh your Face fits so well I am always off and Bleeding shoddy theory The dig is grave The grave i dig: the dialogue.