Straight Lines - VOLA

On the edge

On the loose

They are here to tie the noose

But they won’t catch me

Barking noise

Searchlight rays

Breaking news for broken days

Another entry

The undisputable hole inside of you

Wasn’t my pursuit

I am sure you knew

You’re a trustee

I am weak

I am sore

I attest to countless flaws

But I’m not guilty

You’re running low on straight lines

You’re running low on good signs

You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow

Into waste

Into voids

Into shades on polaroids

Leave a whispr?

Pinetree hill

Hold me tight

Cover up and chok the light

But save the blister