wytchcroft

it's the interrupt

it's a dialogue of wrist to wrist
the skins wild semaphore
unflagging
try to find ways in

through the interrupt

it's the brains own waveform

can i talk to you?
tell me what you do
give me the easy definition

i love the way you stand your ground

hang around

wait for the breakthrough

in communications
and not just

the interrupt

no linear line just
handcuffs
red handed guilty
by association with

the interrupt

we do just enough

can't walk a straight line

you could try

a mile in my shoes
but they wouldn't fit you

dancing through the grass
the train line
the underpass and cut

back to the interrupt

you dancers all got natural jazz

i heard that once

i was busy - co/ordination
choreographing cigarettes and fingers
dancing between tables and coffee cups
nothing broken
nothing shattered but

the interrupt

i'm getting good with it

is that a nervous tic?

is it some bohemian scene
or just the dopamine

can't tell the time
by this body of mine

are we really talking?

are you making notes?

i had the data but the files were corrupt
there's nothing on the disc
but this

the interrupt

is that a nervous tic?

wrist to wrist

and your eyes are shut

it's the interrupt.