Higher, higher

My chest is tightening up again. We're coming to a climax, the music whirring like strobe lights all around. I feel I should be smelling the musk of smoke. Or between the many casual hands under tiny electric bulbs.

I've got to go. I need to be somewhere.

It's been a long two months - a long time! I need to get out! TAKE

ME AWAY

I don't want a resolution. I want the pique all the time. I want to build a universe that doesn't fall apart in two days. I want to be reassured it won't come crashing down on me; a fuckin' car wreck, me the ambulance driver, trying to pick up melted scraps... So nervous. Anxious. Hoping. You've got trashcans for drums and I wanna have a dose of anticipation. More, more.