We'd Make Such a Situational Pair-Escapist.. this is amazing

Back beat philosophies:
Philippics praising, over-phrasing the blues,
Are storming in my ears
Stuttering stammering down to my shoes.
Their crackled-smooth appeal is not lost on my mediocrity,
But self-absorption still denies the postage stamp.

And in all ominous/fundamental manners of speaking,
(Tectonic tendencies / Threadbare tactics. .. Double assassination?)
The dust I think is settled just on the tip of my tongue.
(Mirror held up to my mouth It did not fog Should I have been buried alive?)

and you! You with your big band persona
The man without a plan, fifty's love ballad scrawled all over his palm,
What would you do right now for a pair of formaldehyde eyes?
No discretion
No salvation in a rare, rapid glance.
Just cluttered thoughts with the music ear quaking.heart/breaking loud.
Feel out your own combustion,
Wish for apparent indifference,
Anything to make you out to be as intriguing as any other introvert.

And there are theories on what holds any of us together:
We are the oblique
Rolling through autumn with mussed hair and the windows rolled down,
The bitter air staining our cheeks
Melody-for-our-melancholy,
Flushed, cursive-smooth,
Slick slick disasters of such situational pairs.

--Pulling our tricks
Like Houdini on a time crunch.