there

there, you pointed & said,
"illumintated rooftops, & machinery mouths with syntax teeth,
& the sickened deathmasks of opened minds in reverie-
brains cold and gray reaching for the brim of their skulls,
and the drop."

there on the platform and alight we dance
into your bodily manifestation of skinless fingers peeling back through time
& you become the cries of your skin
& you skin is over my eyes

on the train i sat and watched radio signals
and radioactivity drip back through time
you watched the train backs of heads
as they stumbled to the forefront, before themselves,
as they fall back to the telephone, back to themself

them dead and, leave you cannot leave,
they've got nothing but time to
wait for unchanging edges

they left you an indefinite and hindering simmer
as they walk back with everything

you are, out of spite, stagnant, and
through thick windows
above the rain and above
you will melt on the people
the people people all the people

and the dying-
the train people
backs of heads exploding
seats almost torn apart-

and then crash and death and the smell
the twist and stillness
the stutter of arms and of faces
the whole movement cut and over
feet drag off and we are left
them gone and done, you, large eyed and inside
i am here but

but dictations are good and loose and long
and we have eyes to exploit
and under night, at dying altars
at quiet long burnings
we get lost on skin and streetsigns
and eyes,
lost without names, lost
on trees that are parallel and sit
you lose your regard for hands and feet and mind
and become a sculpture, dripping old until
like statues the bodies stand and walk and have conversations

conversations burning apart train cars
but you watched them in your thoughts,
in your head
avoid any baby arm cradled dead,

there's still no direction to their eyes
they say they don't know what they want from books
they know that you saw them get up dead
but the boys in my head fight and fuck on highways anyway

and they're telling me what they want
and that i can't understand what they say-
chewed out of their mouths and spit on pavement
they've realized that they have time and they know already,
they've told me that they know, that they know the only thing people really know anymore

and in my head they looked up at the sky and said,
"we will melt on the people, the concrete people. people people all the people."
and ran off into their own sons

so i ran and it felt fast to me
and i turned and told them,
"the slow and the old are waiting for you, knowing what you wanted-
i knew in my head what my mind threw aside,
but there will be others to tear apart wallpaper and make
the noise and feel the shake and the greatness of it,

and run, run."