white noise fills the room
people speak louder to be heard
the bottom floor
rises with the tide.
five rocks float in water
becoming each other's keeper.
the lack of vision slows all
memories please get out of my head
ten feet tall burnt matches
look for a spark.
ready to smoke
kerosene fluids leak on themselves
under the night's eye
layers of illusion are stripped down
cycles repeat every weekend
waiting for liquids to soak
in polyester cotton blends.
