Reverse Spectacles And The Unseen

Spontaneous writing by Eric and I.

I'm here
You're there
She's toucing your hair
I hear
I swear who'd have thought of clean air?
Who'd have thought electrical?
And what a f****n' spectacle 
What a nice little house 
I'd stay for ages
So turn me out
Step up
Step in
Where do we begin?
and where do we cross?
the line is so thin
a line's never been around
a lines a line
a mounds a mound

i never thought of none of all of that 
of all the whats and where's it at?
of anything besides that one
of things in springs or that feeling before dawn

of thoughts i've yawned of ringing rings or gnawing lawns

of shiny things
a flashing color 
a faded face 
a lingering line that yawned replaced
and itself it placed so far away
i never thought we'd come this way
but through the day it's so mundane
the shouts the screams
so everything it seems
is just a reel of film of flashing images
just a dated kiln
full of things you can refill
useless things i find usefull
usefull times a useless toll
usefull times i choose to cling
to spill my s**t and everything
to care uncaring 
so greed and glaring 
so seen and sharing that thing. 
i'm starring.

i guess it's me
i guess i ought
 

Author's Note

we did't choose a subject. we took turns writing, just whatever flowed out. does it have a meaning? if you can find one then i guess so.