Spin It
One day
what you are holding
will lift free
the difference in gravity
will overwrite history
dig in your cells
blend them together
all of their echoes
spread over spectrum
beautiful mess you have given it flesh
and the days retreat glassy to absence
one of my eyes will fail you
one of these nights I'm sure it will
hopefully, you will find probability in what my body does to yours--
The connection is a root in the fogginess
sometimes you will see a shape
sometimes you will have a glimpse
sometimes you shake until the shadows shift
but dread the flirtation that spills when we contact
we love our possessions
we love what we own until it reflects us--
The bus retreating on firefly in the fat littered night
becomes a familiar beacon absorbing the cities boom--
we send off our own phosphurescent flare to remember where
the strange make-up of vision smears
where laws overcome and interfere
and keep me from attempting you--
beyond effect, this can't be staged or contained
Crystal has children and Stacy has married an Indian
The bird of the sea is in Queens now and is quite content
even you have packaged that worried frown--
thank God for this shiny tin man of yours
the ghostly hold of wrong turns and injury to heart is aglow
it softens where the road doesn't go.
You said take it slow so I'm going to take it slow--
what you are holding
will lift free
the difference in gravity
will overwrite history
dig in your cells
blend them together
all of their echoes
spread over spectrum
beautiful mess you have given it flesh
and the days retreat glassy to absence
one of my eyes will fail you
one of these nights I'm sure it will
hopefully, you will find probability in what my body does to yours--
The connection is a root in the fogginess
sometimes you will see a shape
sometimes you will have a glimpse
sometimes you shake until the shadows shift
but dread the flirtation that spills when we contact
we love our possessions
we love what we own until it reflects us--
The bus retreating on firefly in the fat littered night
becomes a familiar beacon absorbing the cities boom--
we send off our own phosphurescent flare to remember where
the strange make-up of vision smears
where laws overcome and interfere
and keep me from attempting you--
beyond effect, this can't be staged or contained
Crystal has children and Stacy has married an Indian
The bird of the sea is in Queens now and is quite content
even you have packaged that worried frown--
thank God for this shiny tin man of yours
the ghostly hold of wrong turns and injury to heart is aglow
it softens where the road doesn't go.
You said take it slow so I'm going to take it slow--