art rock, experimental rock Celogen
Cranes

you're in a crane,
no counterweight,
the shields won't split, won't sway.
you tear through textile,
swing up through space,
"i think we can coexist," you say.

from sign to sin, you win;
the porch lights on and off and on again.
oh, cosmonaut, wound up, tipped off,
sprouting out the parking lot.

push through the sealing
eyeless, reeling
smokescreen, semaphore
trace down the small of your back

rusting mirages
frozen, godless
motion medical
like you were told to, like i was told to

you're in a crane,
right and retained,
the anchor slides slowly away.
you crash so silent
through dark backyards,
and pivot back to where you start.