Gander

(Listening to Hidden Orchestra - Wingbeats (Full Album) aww…..fuck yea  

Cradled residents of nothing but journey at the  
Staircase of skydeckings increasingly grave:  
Bobbles decorating sought after furnishings: hats in  
Firelit shadows: intoxicants all pointing at the  
Stuttering walls who only perceive after, after  
Egos have shredded their skin for  
Moon and the moon is just now  
Bobbing off from this poem ready for  
Homemade brew…writing about…2-liter bottles;  
Magnums of haunting eyes out for their daily bread  
Among kings and castles seeking solace in this  
Hour: names uncommonly crooked: unscrewing  
Their lateral sunsets: evening settled down into some  
Skin of its inebriated surroundings: absinthe swooning over
Alloys: confection with their body parts
All staring down the universe’s pastilles
Feeding a liquorish smile through window: a  
Devout evening’s preference with the  
Difference between adapting and piloting that…  
Angle view: lengthening, expanding; as the night  
Makes some adjustment for a visual framework that  
Object select neurons recognize so humanly choice?  
(Hallucinating)