Dots & Dashes

[Dessa]
I’m on a vision quest at the Best Western
the best-dressed wreck in the hotel lounge
found out that message in the bottle’s the booze
that my braid is a fuse
but I’ve get shit left to do so
So keep waiting
So just be patient
I’m not sure when or how or from whom
but I got this funny feeling I’m in for big news
Took a walk to cool off to come down to collect clues
Sky rests on the overpass
cracks the foundation
passersby’s faces
they don’t look like mine to me
though I’ve been told that we’re related
that we’ve got the same fear of death
the same basic debts
that we’re branded with a secret in a language we can’t read
on the courting spirals of a coupled double helix.
Panic in a phone booth
love in a parked car
broken bottles like corpses of the fallen stars
and valets are the only ones that in modern America
remember how to run.

[Hook]
It goes Delta
Epsilon
Sigma Sigma Alpha
Is there anyone there?

[Dessa]
Distress message comin from the city kids
I read it in the smoke signals from their filtered cigarettes
it’s all boredom and bitterness at the Ritalin pill that does a legitimate business makin kids keep still.

[P.O.S]
But still ain’t motionless
Test the restless hands for shakes
and see the flutter when the patience breaks
I keep time
Keep my step with the crickets in 4/4 and gangster lean
sirens in 3
the trouble speaks beats.

[Dessa]
The double dutch sounds a bit like dots and dashes
I sit for a minute tryna understand the pattern
But that’s not morse code man
Y’all just double-handed.

[P.O.S]
Trouble landin’ tricks so roll
fuck it
whatever gets your blood up
Rip that sidewalk sounding like a click track cut up
Wind speaks to wall makes the frame creek
Ghost in the house wakes the baby
Math.

[Hook]

[P.O.S]
Never better
Thick skin, thin sweater
spinnin’ grins at a dirt whistle wetter
Flirt
this’ll get her
hurt
this’ll sever worth
stop pop lock the fuck out
Duck ain’t got a buck
like the luck’s out (dang)
Who makes a living giving plasma?
Nickle-thin kids spilling smoke up out the asthma
Anyway who paves the way
when you can save your slave
and make a dollar out your veins
He times it by the week
Patterns for the sheep
sleepwalking to the beat
Keep talking to the loose leaf
Silence to the creeps
violence from the beef
teach tryna find a new leaf
Science of time defined by
climb up and recline
Speech
Fine
whatever
Ain’t nothing but a rumble in that belly
but your starving’s what you’ll tell her
Me?
Oh I’ll be on the corner eating nothing a la mode
staring at the stoplights trying to break the code.
Love in a phone booth
panic in a parked car
static in a signal
scars a communique
All day
in every witch with sitcom wit
handle the sitch hit the switch
It goes.