carrying tomorrow as a heavy coat on a heavy body stiff shoulders and in a  heavy heart with october storms now freezing over the city re-emerges in its typical indifferent grayscale but it has aged the concrete has become more quiet more silently observant to our pain she is a witness she is a now stranger watching us from under crystalline veil her testament more threatening as day & news cycle and walls fortify between every/thing and every/one we are many types of hungry and still tired from the downpour but we all are we all are hustlers we all are whores we all are cops in the bedroom who are johns at the dinner table we all are transit and transaction through the streets contracting as night spills into lonely afternoons we scurry home where nothing's waiting hands in the stillness of our pockets head down tongue tied we can hear the rockets listening closely they have been whistling your anthems            strangers are humming carols prematurely absentminded cold noses lit by opioid stroboscope animated gazette have you heard!? the world is ending      sings a messenger we don't know how to kill electronic snow-globe show of money falling from the sky the currency is time we force our faces into-through the slabs and push as if we are to find our own missing tears in the eyes of displaced infants on the other side the currency is time we are missing each other we fuck it into-out the other side that will never ever answer november is waving a wind that cuts empty with the smell of cynicism a wind shaking hands with upside down flags lined up outside city limits like the corpses of trespassers propaganda fucking itself through the doors and windows of the missing city propaganda is riding the bus up north pushing through the university pushing through the concert halls pushing through the missing jazz fucking itself through our headphones fucking itself into the homes that we are missing until it fucking settles we are always outside of everything watching the caroussel & our attention is the operator spinning it [...]