torn down the middle
a brick hit the wall
change is an instant
the phone heard it all
my mind injured softly
and likely to fall
conditioned to get up
whenever you call
now you’re in the city
to be with the trees
me
in the country
where surely I’ll freeze
when familiar buzzing reminds you of me
and of loving and
numbers and
wires
and screens
I’m hungover pushing it out of my dreams
1
1
0
0
1
2
3
go back to the warehouse
that’s humming like
bees
face extinction
for Shrek in 3D!
who is at fault
be it
Jeff, Mark
or me?