Aesthetic concentric circles

Black

Shades of every dark 

Fleckas of spirit dust down

Down to- hmmmm that's low

Overboard

Push them off the bleachers

or-

smile along

break out a move or two

welcome

to the flow

here, we concede

we precede

and- oopsy

my shirt slipped

sharp smiles; fleeting glances

colored bottles. Take a sip?

That's your ticket to join 

us- a sea of mad eyes that stare down tied together by pride, mixing your clean air with the foul smell of aroused "fans" that want nothing more that to tear and rip with their teeth the few brave that came to THEIR game

us- I'm hungry, head to the concessions stand with me, is the sky getting dark? Don't mind that, you chose to come here. be here. Why can't you be here? It's just a game, geez, lighten up.

us- every thought that's badgered you, hit you, nailed, swung, itched, burned, winked, crushed you, scalped individual bits of flesh-

US- US WHO CHEER BECAUSE THE PLAYER FROM THE OTHER TEAM IS OF ON A

WEEE-OOOO-EEEE-OOO

AND HE'S NOT COMING BACK!

we push shove- you are surronded! feel the love! we love love love every last 

part

of you.

Except-

exceptthis is you-

the blank canvas that got caught on the edge of the tides

and the waves carried her deep and into the tail of the current,

carried on the edge

and for the first time

in a cold life

you are at the edge

welcome 

to the flow

you can join us

you're already whispering

someone take advantage of me

pull me along

temptations an old song

singing ~pull me along~

but for you it's always been too slippery

and you so desperatley want to hold on

its just water

it may spit me out again, onto the rocks, but-

the farther i go will i get to the middle of the tide?

you decide