If i were to abide
and if you would comb your hair to the side
we could recreate
reenact
that night we cried
remember that night we cried.........

for the sun and the evening
leaving
leavening
and that heaven-thing
where we're all headed
if we never get embedded
uploaded
bloated
with corrupt data
or clothing

we're loathing
every part
were lathering
and slathering
and slaughtering
our silly smiles

you said you'd find the key
i said i'd make a copy

it might be
it might not be, it might not ought be


then you poured me coffee