climbing out of the sky a man who could fly and a painting anyone could play. it’s a comic book crush that taught you to trust. staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band and a hero no one else could save, it was never much but it’s all that you gave. and i wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode? did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? i’m amazed, then i let go. little minds let little games burn big old dreams with little flames, and you don’t think i understand. little holes in parachutes won’t leave you falling, if they do, it’s because you want to land. climbing out of his chair to fix the t.v. glare is a man but no one knows he’s there. it’s a dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost. she’s got her plastic friends and a brand new benz and she laughs, “hell, sometimes life ain’t fair” it’s a comic book crush that got them nowhere. these elevator doors are closing again you leave before i planned. i taste you walking down the hall. you left your perfume on the nightstand. -- something corporate, "little"

july 14-27 will be a very long, very frustrating, very wonderful two weeks.