at the station

we wait

mother and me

waiting quietly still

people 

they walk past real fast

talking about time and speed

we anticipate motion

boxed up with strangers in the private night

night watch

know where you’re at
know your confidence
borne out of ignorance
know why you laugh too often
and talk too loud
wanna seem happy
wanna seem smart
you talk with agendas
worth rats’ asses
ain’t no good at all
but you got nuthin to worry about
you’ll do just fine
you’re just a copy
you blend alright

oooh you taste sooo goood..

come in, she said, i’ll give ya… shelter from the storm.

dylan

the end - the doors

how long how long how long

see
remember
connect
try

feel nothing

highway metal palace , glinting as dust settles we’re squeezed into the small car ride into an inviting hole put on your shiny gloss it better go with all the glass but shhh, keep walking cause you can’t sit don’t throw up ball her but don’t throw up.