ocean drill.

i'm all strapped and smart with a nickel in my eye and splintered facets in my tie. as per all the signs and symptoms meticulously read from the entrails of our cephalopod star system, your rebound rendezvous is at your door.

are we bound northwards and higher?

still wrapped up in a world with not enough air.

you are are the object of my envy for your prey wanders in the darkened city. when it lays down its guard in an unknown alley, you may seize it by the cuff of its neck and tear it from limb to limb and our hearts asunder.

my prey wanders, but only in my mind, somewhere in my rainbow schools of thought. from the rooftop landing of any corporate skyscraper, i can connect all the cars on the roads like dots on a flowchart. but would they lead me to where you are?