i'm told to remember

re-writing and writing again

these backwards sounds

incapable

it stands in still wells

rising in reverse

running dryer in the rain

i'm doing it again and again

i'm doing it once more

just to burn the time in telling matters

head's fucked for the falling evening

always falling up and again

falling following down the sinking ship

down the stinking ship

down the mother fucking ship

and let 'er burn

live it once like your quarter-moon cigarettes

live it again just to save your immortality in pennies and pen caps

down the ship

down the ship

let 'er burn