that's the score (detroit) Shawn Misener we are not safe here tucked and swaddled in the ghetto white lilies and holographic franklins shout concrete and security but they lied oh did they lie and they have been lying all along without effort we are all alone amongst millions groveling for air freshener survival electric salvation shimmering red pop D-town carbonation painkillers and tall grasses pitbulls and charter school overload the edge will not be taken off tonight tonight four lives orbit black holes irregular breathing snoring twitching all south of seven mile a jagged eminence across the green oven mitten the crooked cigarette hidden from the baby the automobiles flying east lugging along skillful heavy jobs and leaving criminals behind brains chopped laterally with electricity held together with shiny static cling limbs operated without knowing the score there is no center to this everything is the center one imaginary anxiety junkie to another and another and another |