06 June 2005

report 000005: parabolic

no. 1 (back to the crowd): you know i never liked standing

this way. lovely, there's something in this air to scent, all sorts of things in the trees. we cling a little, fall together, rotate. never mind the lapse. (turning) the road spools out behind us / a double-sided satin ribbon / a moebius strip - some old song, remembered. hum a little with me. foci of an ellipse; there's a small wake after at least & you know the chase&song, purr

of journey. i will pay out all this time beside you. i'm glad that we've never been the type for sidecars: hop on babe & wrap on tight, the coiled spring of summer, antiphony of our sacred space. hymning you is all i'm good for some nights when the radio towers blink some deliberate

message. light-pollution to map through, syntax of your cities; i've a ballad for this night if you'll bring the smokes. got down in through trouble without you / backing, backing a regroup of the wagons & you there across catch these eyes - thief, lover. o

how quickly i go to pieces without you. i can only reseam my self for so long; sharp end of the bass strings cut. i spent years learning to hear.

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