had head removed

common solipse polyps follow and into the backspace we traipse and I was holding your hand in spite of all that. too shallow to share with the everywhere around us. time records transactions, fantastic expeditions, paper is shuffling to the right and behind me, the kings of the mafia, the cobbles blasted from the road, curbside drugs and beestung colours, fruits and vegetables laid symmetrically, lexicons drifting like waves of wheat in fields, radios tuned to one transmission fifteen miles from memphis, where all my friends moved years ago.