American Pleasure Club
RIVULET(S)
In this empty
Space left running
I feel nothing
I am nothing
In its darkness
And its movement
I feel nothing
Nothing in me

Someone pulled Rose off her
Crown or her cabinet
Empty front porch swing
Nightmare on basement step
Someone was with her then
Someone was with her then
Waiting

(All I want, all I need)

Somebody noticed the truck
Red like twin pools of blood
Rivulets, lost for words
Blank space where deaths converge

(All I want, all I need)