Riff Glitchard

I like the night flights best with the cabin lights out
the city below seems as bright as the
stars
A tapestry of glo-worms in gridlock
I look for the landmarks
and try not to let myself work out
where
you
are.
I might as well be an organ in yr body
the damage I do
when I do nothing.
I might as well be an organ in yr body
I’m tied to yr senses
I feel when yr muscles
tense
Throw yr stories into a suitcase
count the distance from here to home.
And you know, anywhere you find yrself
yr never alone.
Fly yr flag from the peaks of a mountain
sink that suitcase to the bed of the sea
And you know, any time you fall to pieces there’s a part of me
So are you coming tonight?
Are you dead or alive?