Tuesday, August 3, 2010

aubade

living in
and then i walked
to the and then i no shit dude?
demon sailing and cool numbers
the sound of couches sitting
and a scraping awesome here he goes
morning evaporates
what time will he figure this later than so i day
and there is
there is a meeting i have to meet
all of obviously
nice and surely certainly pencils of notes
what morning level headed stink of insanity i have hear
hear here wonder wander
and i have
and i stop in dreams.


aubade listening to brian on the phone and i have
no thoughts of my own and the music
revolves around stomach lining
wonder what he is thinking
wonder what my stomach wants to say
wonder what this pen is thinking
wonder how long time will last today
the music speaks of old old

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