uncertain of how I arrived on this planet of ----blank
you start reminding me of all my past: memories.
i start to pick,and prowl,the sediment
I only want you,I only want you, near
into a piece of plastic
a landline and a box of plans
to have you -hear
even through a
a scratchy telephone wire.
it keeps this together
it knits you next to me
by night,by night
in songs of romance
an idealistic fight.
All morning you are thinking :why do I not
cross these boundaries
and in the middle of the day I am waiting
for our moon to come out
so our eyes can see,the same beams?
I look down at these streams,these city
how does love begin and end in vain?
he gives he gives and he takes away.