Wednesday, July 14, 2010

let's talk about spaceships

Not that song. The
other
one. The one
with
the hand on my
thigh. And the sun.
And the grass.


Practice making empty
perfect. Thirty days.
Write it on the bed

room floor. Forget it.
Not that song.

Trade. Blood for wire.
Make pretty machine.
Fix it. Electrical
tape. Gears don't
need. They just turn.

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