one-hundred-thirty-two-miles-per-hour
there's you and me and everyone we know
a hurricane emily of spill your guts
and have another drink
taping my third eye
on the back steps of frank's house
i have no answers
only questions and symbols
clouds change their face as they
move across the sky highway
airports have beginnings and endings
water fills a cup and drains from a gutter
from the deep end everything is above your head

music for airports
the crackles you hear in the silent parts