eye NEED gold rush....

today is....  october eleventh....

today....  eye need....  gold rush....

eye am digging for gold in my neighborhood....  give me all your fucking gold....

eye need the swinging of a wrecking ball....  through these plastic walls....

eye need a requiem for a skyline....

eye need every dive to become something new....

eye need to let all the shadows free....  the ones eye wanted to follow me....  

pleae do not change....  stay the same....

eye remember the winters night....  when we kissed beneath the street lamp light....

eye need all of our haunts to take flight....  and....  replaced by contruction sites....

eye need every dive to become something new....  

eye need all your ghosts to get swept away....  

eye need to ascribe these monuments....  a false sense of permanence....  eye have placed faith in geography....  to hold you in my memory....

eye am sifting through these wreckage piles....  through the rubble of bricks and wires....  

looking for something eye will never find....  

it did not used to be this way....