expect the unexpected, even when it's predictable

the odds are odd
the ends are starting
the opposition is similar
like friends that are close
but enemies that are closer

analog phone dial, crack, spark

there's no more floor, there's no more direction of which way is up.
north is left and black is light

even radiohead wouldn't make sense of this
spontaneity is really hard to define
but it's so easy to spot

you can spot it miles away, even without bi-focals.

we'll be better off though, after the rain doesn't carry me off the road
and shimmering lights, blasting through the pungent nightfall.
covering the dishes with grease wont make soap seep out of burgers
but i've not lost control, that i know of.

then again, all this is ambiguous, and i'm still sorting it out-
not on note cards or sharpie on the back of my hand-
nearly enough though, it's shooting holes in my head

free, feel it running through my bones
like the atoms that make us up just jolted a little bit faster
and it's all i think about, in those moments.

i'll scrape the plaster out of the key hole
and make sure the light is left on
so that when i don't appear to be home
i'm still inside, waiting to be solicited
or even loved

well then, i'm gonna dissect this and see if lyrics will happen?

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