UNOLAW

Ok so I am looking through your bedroom window and I think I might've seen something that I shouldn't have.
Talking about Man and God and Law.
 Wires through our brains.
 Structured dreams made to formulate.
My jaw is locked and my bones can barely breath.
I'm back in the 1940's for a bit.

The aurora borealis is the bruise of our planets.

Ship of a hip skip American.
HiddiouS hiddiouS dream.
Whispers going down stream.
What is this joy I feel?
It is a steal.
My voice thunderous like the Gods.
My temper rises as I contemplate this prose.
 Clock tick and the old flashing neon lights flicker.