Conflicting Changes

Saw what was a moment
Of a tiny company
Air is thicker than in my place
The mood is hanging
With old leaning men
And their gifted escapes
To outdoor's darkest crowd
They're clearly the outline in this party
Three women, head over head
Rotate the whole room
Pushed and felt by sweetest inmates

Cut the charcuterie
Cut the beef tea
Buildings cut by G.H. and G.M
See all future social spaces
Take a clear breath
Sense the new waking
Rise up and annihilate all the dirtiest, filthiest dicks

Hear a sous-chef's long wailing
That cooks the slowest cherries
And recalls black kisses from his neighbour
Painted in an up-right down position
His torso opens up
To the warm setting of this concoction
What a long life in such a short time
Such conflicting changes

Then I see your hair, your legs in mid air
Unflinching body bare, holding vinyls like flowair
And how you used to tear a tear
Over another's tear
(into another tear)
This compassion is perfectly frightening
Like mild lightning
Gently bite me
The night is tightening