Under the Influence of the Beats

We don't take things serious we sit in our basements we have our letters to write we have our pencils scrawling we pay our bills but not on time because how do you pay a bill on time when love...  when love...

There's fire underneath all of this
Fire in the storm
Fire in the window
Fire beneath your eyebrows

You talk like you could save my life but really deep down, deep down, deep down inside you rely so much on punctuation - you rely so much on comma on period  on period period comma you can't stand a random exclamation you stare out the window you sip your coffee you sip your coffee you...
Blinking lashes like so much mourning big strong teardrops dump down from the gutters spouting

Spouting

Spouting

Why don't you write this way?  What is it you're afraid of?
You sit in your high towers you sit in your random bridges you sit in your Lincoln Continentals and you stray like a slinking cat down the fence post yowling into the nothing.  Into the nothingness.