I stretch myself thin over the streets where it and I are anonymous
and buildings are wretched tree-skirts and people going toward the light under their hair.
My knees! Your knees! How they carry me endlessly over myself
through the streets. Four hundred crowns stacked neatly on a cornered head. What kind of vision is this? The crowns weigh and jingle.
Lillian wins a new crown every time I say her name.
What makes me go further? The feeling of friendship?
To have a curl of her hair near my hand! To have his (this word still makes me pause, may be change to her?) company turning in this song! It is comforting to know I can laugh so easily, then finally be the single shape in my tower. My tower! Three blocks from the hot foreheads of so many nightly ghosts! I vanish perfectly and so do all my companions
3 comments:
sweet. I like it. I think I can take out "through the streets" in the second stanza too. Maybe a few other things as well. I don't know..the beat is feelin flat to me. I wrote a new one, completely different, today i like better. and what about this gas station one..? What do you think of the suggestions on Planet FU? THANKS BOY
moll.***
I love gas stations.
Would you like to read a gas station?
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