"A clean line moonlight bends a collarbone;
drink strung tight,
strung tight.
Wheel along the artery,
the streetlights drift, the eye-beams collide.

Slow dissolve the car-chase draining gasoline;
shines a skin across the water.
Barely touching,
now sad eyes when you're vampiring again.

Carry your violence light,
carry the moonlight.
Seed the sleep in your eye,
the blue of the pilot light.
Mask-maker,
herat fire eater,
throat, rice, water, brain;
Perfect stray, perfect stray.

Dead friends shade your sad eyes when you're vampiring again by the cold unflattering light.
Carry the glass in your jaw,
carry the flatlands in the base of your spine.
The city is rusting there.
The weather never cared,
barely touching now,
spilling down the stairs for this time around.

Tight
pretend
imperfection, imperfection, imperfection.

Carry your violence light.
Carry it like a lost limb; itches and aches.
A second you can't forget.
Carry your violence light.
Carry the moonlight.
Seed the sleep in your eye... the city is rusting there."