I'm standing at the edge of nowhere,
looking up,
again.

If my life were CNN my crawl would read:
If you're reading this, you really shouldn't be.
a never ending loop
until:
a)the power goes out
b)the station signs off to that white Poltergeist fuzz
c)i change the station

but right now, the way things look,
i can't find the remote and everything's 24 hours non-stop,
around the clock
coverage.

yah!

I don't remember the last time for anything
until it remembers me.
the same song playing in the background,
over and over,
my foot tapping in sequence,
out of habit.

i'm waiting for the words to come to me,
to kill me
to save me
one more time.
nothing is ever something until it's to the point where it means
everything.

this clock, the batteries are dead again
forever in silence
until it's not...

and i have no idea what i'm saying,
or why i'm saying it to you...

wasted words
fallen ears
somebody pick something before this shadow gets too tall