sound waves against the bright bar light
correct and comfortable
glimmering brightly
everything made of drunken glitter
floating on the nights shock waves
rippling
riding
boots shuffle and everyone seems so white
that dirty white that reads a little hate
but my strange radar
doesn't let me swallow this dead air
painless stars
shine in the half black city sky
without expectation
without need
pure simple comfort
balanced truth
on the head of a pin
and the soft crush
in my velveteen palm
holds the sound waves of the soul
