this gold is too new to touch.
i have nightmares of getting burned -
somehow we just can't learn.
backstage london, glasgow alleys.
feet trapped in gutters as flood rise.
freeze or fall away.
breathing through gaps in the generation.
breaking fingernail on window panes, scratching your way out.
the seventeen year itch. witches set alight.
i want to burn in the dead of night just to keep this spark alive.
i want to watch the moon rotate a while in your eyes.
