Shore Points - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Genius senses capture overlapping smeared & dazzling grids

Some trails expanding Juarez oceanic from Horizon City

Tasted incipient sickness in the mucus produced by a cough

One day you’ll say «you're peering top-down into me»

When the light pollution parking lot cabals

Fall asleep in ice-covered cars far from the interstate

A submerged home

A snowbanked lane

The smoke from a house fire

Refineries and water pipes

Elizabeth’s smog

My friend, I pause to remember you

I gotta root it so you know

That it’s human weeping through the dremel tool holes

And shaking like a leaf beneath the covers

Even though you hold me

Exit for Shore Points

I don’t want to go to Spring Lake again

‘cause walking in a dream did this evil

That’s staying with me

Sodium vapor lamps reflect in spin-out strips of black ice

Cattails sway in the concrete

The wood smoke transports me

Your small human sounds haunt the street

Is it a gas leak, the last unity