Improvised Jean Tourniquet

The stained hour that lets you drive
Dead heart pumping, still alive
In the cool of the blood that used to be yours
And the twisted black denim with the open sores
Up there, out there

Distant bowls pour down your spine
The odds are stacked that they're real this time
You rattle the earth with the pulse of your breath
The Mojave moon is hung pale and wet alone
Out there, up there

The radio tower flashes on in time
The skin of your eyelid latches down and sighs

The stone arch of every moan
The mudwomb chant that leaves the night unknown
I am watching now here from miles away
I can break every step you thought was yours to make
Out there, up here

The polished void spilling out its stars
The semaphore pattern of a life gone wrong
Your soldiering comes to a cackling halt
As their headlights break around your silhouette
Out here

The radio tower flashes on in time
The span of your life slows down to shiver and tear at the excess mind

The angel break free again and finds you there at the edge of reason
Tangled in the desert air
You find the moon and you move to name her Marion

Canonfire grows scarce and dim near
The cracking black sky where his voice breaks in
All towering down and closing in from afar
Like the monolith crashes into passing stars
Out there, up there

The radio tower flashes on in time
The ghost of a nightmare catches
Wallow in fear, never open-eyed