Some babies were born

to grow up and operate crime rings,

all a velvet wall of smoke, piloting SUV’s through the alley

Well it’s a good thing we all can’t get a long,

there would be too goddam many of us getting along

We’ve tussled beyond the pale,

all that remains is that musician person twirling his facial hair,

and the reports that “He allegedly ‘lurched into the mist’”

Aha, to stay there forever, esconced deep in the red

of that place’s earth, south of the clouds, firing arrows at the search party,

hoarding baubles from home and cadmium rice,

Standing on the balcony of the hideout, watching lights on hotels flicker, down there

The people you love are like that, bouncing like sound in the hollows,

Even from the deepest mosses of the country, a Hong Kong is visible in the distance,
 with all of its seizing lights and single raised eyebrows; a loud place of ash and fog,
 a bunch of people living there, a place where you could probably get some weird types of fish;

Here, you could dig a hole to me, we repulse contact in the same way

In that way you go, I come running through markets;

That fever has broken again, south of here, of course I’m terrified

How foolish of my superiors to put me in a position

Where I’m expected to know whats going on at any given time,

So what it is, is that I dream of you and roam while they look on,

“Oh look at him, taller than God, surveying those ragged fruits”

They’re curious as an Einstein, in that way that you go, I come running