somewhere someshere

if i could type, i wouldn't care
not that i do, but i suppose i must

anyway
here we are
new equipment
new gear
a new world
and new beginning
some new cloths
almost a new year
which to run
to or from
i want it all to work
beautiful in all its high definitions
i want flawless
easy compatibility
fire where combustible
smooth when clean
preparing for this gig is what we do
we do it to do it right
"corners always get cut"
so says the coroner as she cuts
lives get lost and scenes fall all over
this is a film that i only want to grow
a show to display all we know
we didn't come here without
i know we don't want to go
is this what we've planned?
no
are we forcing this to happen?
...
or are we letting happen take its course?
...
what gets lost along the way
once the brisk snowy dust settles
on this piercing callous ground
in this field of honor
who'll be found
so far it all clicks
a jitterless clock clunking along
all we've tried has worked thus far
all we've attempted has warmed us
this hut is looking plush

i'll take the photos of all the plastic as they pass

x-mas is coming
and something is getting fat
all i want to do is let go
let it all go
and melt
and drip into a vat
and pour the sludge all over
to lube this machine
to bring it all back