This grin is shit-eating and fleeting like a catamaran.nIt fits me better than a smile on a dead man.nnWatch the hands of the ticking clock for emotional rock.nnI’ve strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words.nThe bar withstood the raising which tastemakers allowed.nOne fire to block the exit, two palms to block the sound as each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse.nnAnd with the weight of a monolith perched on a guiltless chest.nOnce a witness you can’t shake the thought of 15 year old dick ornaments on kabuki faced jocks hair sprayed up the ass.nnWide open inviting the next pop rock star asshole.nWell I won’t be failed anymore and I won’t play fair anymore.nnAll eyes are on the lighthouse, collapsing.nnI’ve strangled necks of ages with the fabric of new words.nThe fires were amazing. Why would you put those out?nAnd what the gun was not erasing, these bare hands snuffed right out when each bulb smashed from the ceiling at the lighthouse.nnYou won’t be failed anymore.