i stood with a bell jar of belongingsnnrubber bands, cd's, decoding ringsnna flood of blood, fireworks that singnnthe every everything that had ever befriended mennyou had painted your favorite perfume onnnand Jim mouthed the words to come borrowed songnnyou can't fit your arms around all wrongnnyou can't fir your arms around all wrongnnsomewhere there's a half chamber of mudnntrapped, in a heart of bonennheart of bonennnnthe new language dots dashes double back slashesnnvoodoo numerologynnthe right lines are always unclear in spite of what you hearnnthey're trick questions invented invented to keep us appearingnnat all of your stop lighted for sale signsnnon a steep incline without brakes over Kellog Hillnninto a basin of real estate stakesnnreal estate stakesnnwhere it is your three thousand wattsnnthree thousand watts keep us sanennin a heart of bonennwe're in department stores (you conspire with me)nntrapped in department stores (you conspire with me)nnall that stakes and stones come chasing afternnthe poor worthless thingsnngrounded into sediment at the local quarrynnlet's ground them down, down, down, downnnnnrunning feet first into the headlightsnnwhere vendors search for pink slip highsnnowning up the totaled carsnnwrecking yards of discarded livesnni started building downnnsanding downnnbuilding the surroundings awaynna fistful of dust with a heart of bonennwhere others would insist that vision means everythingnnbut the vision that existsnni wish you'd take this horizon downnnpainted up, written out, over filmed on bad stocknnground it down ground it down ground it downnnnnghost souls in a refinery retrieve sights and soundsnnto prop up a facade of downtownnnnot too high, or they'll jump up up up up up up upnnlike ideas running out of airnna number up and then nowherennengaged between the flesh and bonennstripping the meat and selling the chromennheart of bonennheart of bonennheart of bone