Darkscreen

One left in the kit 
Circled in void from where it sits
Blows off to the ridge
Future gets further down the list
Sutures and gauze for where it hit
One more for the kids
Calls up the moths 
That buzz across the room 
To lift
The covers onto you 
Pinned under a car
Drips down the lines and onto me
Plumes up when it starts
Return to 
When you said it
And it sticks
And the numbers are all fixed 
Just enough to lose
By the time it gets to you 
You're red from all the damage to your wires
It's settled when a hand is raised up high
Fire into the fog and hope it pays to recall  
We're settled  
Begging for the message to remind
But never learned a lesson in your life
Just jump side to side and move back and forth 
A sign for what's in front
A fast pull
In a styrofoam convertible 
A cracked skull
From all the hell you bent
The way the course ends
Too dark to underline
Taste importance 
And be gone for all the ride