All Watched Over Lovingly by Lenses

Casing the zone, 3 floors and no fire escape, 2 doors and more than a few holes, Ain't got no red tape. Take it home! Neighbor's got a peeper peerin at the hold, No dog, and a fence that don't latch, They don't bother with the bolt, Most days she keeps her window cracked. Take it home! A relay lights as the hinge folds, Like a dog at her hips, but that floor-plan is well known, I said that floor-plan is well known. Can I?! Can I take you (your) home?! Not much more than a few dull stones, And a rusty cast-iron hanging in that shack, Our eyes locked-in on a simple soap, Both wondering if the othered fight back, But you don't fight back. You don't fight back. You take it! You take it! I take it! We take it! I take it!

Case the zone, put everything down in those notes what you can't take with you write it down in your phone scrawl it on a post carve it into skin drown every detail in that foam what you can't test true write it down in pen right hand face down on the tome used razor blades and a hypodermic forest strewn - flown the nest, lightning exhumed from the LED not quite enough blood to presume her dead stray crits - rust stained cotton sheets, - chitin beasts dusting graves across the windows ledge Zoroastrians have to keep their pledge A 100,000 lost in the wet bulb exclusion, - dully included a spinning blades edge her AC full of beetles made less - vegan sweat detritus suffocate you to death, black mold, wolf spiders, eggs. Dislocated furniture, empty vials, change, a light mess her world entangled with the things that I left. A colt 45 with the hammer clean lost bloody paper towels and a few stringent things I tossed in a paper bag, hidden amongst the few things she actually wants a computer, a usb interface, a microphone, artistic haunts a selfish god doesn't want... its got its got enough to know that when they don't look you in the eye, your not. Superstitions aside ghosts don't flaunt they linger in the mind and shes mighty fair the way she clots anuerisms aside she don't talk a lens splits her eye leaded, twitching to the rhythm of her thoughts shes in kind, the way that she can't not a cool breeze scented by her locks Stamped in time, a half nelson and a sharpened prop. hand in mine, the skin of my fore-arm pulled taught.