gettin there
workin’ on it
Comfort.mp3
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Leaning Tower of Suurhusen, East Frisia, Germany.
I think I am going to start taking cyber-photos from now on.
New York
There is a street and 4 newspaper
Boxes one blue the rest green
And there are 2 people walking to the left with backpacks that don’t match like the length of their steps and there is a squirrel sticking his soft nose under a napkin looking for nuts and a pidgeon looking around quickly and a taxi and a taxi.
Everything is darker because it rained, because that is what water does to streets and trees.
I see you standing in the middle,
Asking if I am wet.
Something endearing
And beautiful
And challenging
And becoming
And unbecoming
And transcendant
And magnificent
And enigmatic
And disorienting
And humbling
And enfuriating
And fundamental
And no I am not wet
Because I can’t feel a bead.
A new song I wrote
Title : Eating
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Des(s)erts
I love you like the snake’s sand.
Something it can cool in, a partner
to stick on its lonely bands.
Each small dry pearl I pick on
I have never seen before
but like the small beak from some small bird
I already know its song.
