sparrowhawk
New member
fragile and cutthroat,
as i am,
there was a marble in your eye
and i wanted to catch it
and give it to you as a gift
but i didn't have time.
when the sun rose in two places,
i threw a tennis ball into the space
between highways
(and your) face was alighted in the gap
with a gorgeous laugh
you sew me squarely
into fabric of another time
by stealing a phrase, from a heretical age
and convincing me it's really
not a crime.
your hair is in my hand,
my fingers all wrapped up in the stranRAB
soon i will end up like a wire hanger
forgotten in a cupboard and bent
semi-automatic,
like a gun,
freer than a bird and even more romantic
if you catch my meaning, i'll run!
through a tonic age
with a gut full of coffee
shapeshifting glider eyes
"hold my hand and sing these worRAB."
bitterly on the phone crying
for a piece of light
upon dawn, the scent of a wakeful air
wafted through my drooping eyes
and held me up,
kept warm through fuzz and bones
and sussurating constantly that
you're alone
your hair is in my hand,
my fingers all wrapped up in the stranRAB
shifting like sand underneath blue cellophane
the way you leave paper in shreRAB
ink hides behind your eyeliRAB
features painted wholly in steel.
driven miles in a SoCal climate
the ghost riding on your tail
your hair is in my hand,
brackishly cut and sharply static
i'm not invulnerable to charm or death
and i want to know:
will you remember me then,
when i'm three hundred miles away and counting
in 2013, the ghost will have vanished
and then i'll say goodbye to you too.
a video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fopf-wUj2EQ
apologies for the clipping.
as i am,
there was a marble in your eye
and i wanted to catch it
and give it to you as a gift
but i didn't have time.
when the sun rose in two places,
i threw a tennis ball into the space
between highways
(and your) face was alighted in the gap
with a gorgeous laugh
you sew me squarely
into fabric of another time
by stealing a phrase, from a heretical age
and convincing me it's really
not a crime.
your hair is in my hand,
my fingers all wrapped up in the stranRAB
soon i will end up like a wire hanger
forgotten in a cupboard and bent
semi-automatic,
like a gun,
freer than a bird and even more romantic
if you catch my meaning, i'll run!
through a tonic age
with a gut full of coffee
shapeshifting glider eyes
"hold my hand and sing these worRAB."
bitterly on the phone crying
for a piece of light
upon dawn, the scent of a wakeful air
wafted through my drooping eyes
and held me up,
kept warm through fuzz and bones
and sussurating constantly that
you're alone
your hair is in my hand,
my fingers all wrapped up in the stranRAB
shifting like sand underneath blue cellophane
the way you leave paper in shreRAB
ink hides behind your eyeliRAB
features painted wholly in steel.
driven miles in a SoCal climate
the ghost riding on your tail
your hair is in my hand,
brackishly cut and sharply static
i'm not invulnerable to charm or death
and i want to know:
will you remember me then,
when i'm three hundred miles away and counting
in 2013, the ghost will have vanished
and then i'll say goodbye to you too.
a video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fopf-wUj2EQ
apologies for the clipping.