If there were less space for the sun to break through
would you grant me a few minutes
to deliver overwrought sermons
about connections within the unified field

What if post traumatic handshakes gave us time
to gather a wooden stump
like a bent old man
having his last good sit

When I was alone
the visions of this night
were formless yet murmuring
tachycardic tremors

did I see you there
would you talk to me
can I go with you
did I do it right

Under the Orpheum I reached back to offer
johnny on the spot
a chance to step closer
and a chance to provide

Now under the banner of horizon
we distill each fading memory
as nothing in a work week work night
or everything on a catholic Sunday

April 18th, 2016
Los Angeles, CA