We strung lights in the halls of Byzantium: cue the music, girls, it’s all in our heads, all in our heads. Trumpets skyward, you know about it, side eye, you know how goes silence in the rock-n-roll, that trance you spun wildly, tannest legs in the slant light, hard desert sun, a scooch right up to the brim. This is a plethora for your housewarming needs, welcome June, dead batteries, blue fish, here take her, full bowl you give your best lap in the car, live forever, every cricket drone the wheat field, how rough stock our mouths in the front seat were; never forget the day that breaks it different, no longer hold me up a parcel on the front porch, Metallica t-shirt, too much pomade, love regardless; river, honor, stockpile, arsenal, meat, blood, long-haired now in some big city, everything bluer, faces, yours, square through the jaw, bouncing with stride busy streets okay.