The Industry

There go all my ideas
You heard them
You saw them fall into the dream
And evaporate

What does not become tapped
Touches the fringe of your buddies
And their static mind
Burns into the future as an event

The films keep getting released
Without a single reason as to why
Except to keep the screeners large
Whilst the gems hit children in the face

Did a lot of driving in DC
Without driving anywhere
Started talking about Aleksandr Auzers
And the one gigantic love wave
All the waves converging
into one
endless
lovewave