My selector.
Whip the wheel.
Say hello and
fucking say hello.
All around and yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Jingle jangle. Jingle jangle.
Just so you know.
Dreaming in daylight
with keys dangling.
Just so you know.
All around and yeah.
Do the numbers,
run the math,
held tight around the skull,
cleared path
with blaring sound to light the way
to forget the ghosts that prey and bray,
horse blinders cut them off at the pass,
if only
to make
why not
volume to eleven
nerve endings burning out
on a landslide to where it is impossible to confuse
the corners and faces and
ALL OF THE VOICES.
Snow the globe to ash.
