runways

wind

and these one-note tunes
it floods with acidic shock

into my mind like
crushed aspirin, powder white
and sterile as death

like waiting, not for rest
but really, delaying
(avoiding,
passive/aggressive living how,
i can't see about
plainer times and running),
like reprieve from graying (together i remember)

and more years
than i can ever imagine
(together, i remember!)
so really, expectations
are high if not
impossible

since you see (and now, run)
on through
my feelings of

(cheap music takes a pass at even crueler words but such a fast and lovely graceful movement broadens always just broadens and that's why i notice the details in even-starts and false-finishes and so plainly did it work that i begin to wonder about how real is this, how real is this, how can it be)

ours and again,
my love

09/01/2005

Author's Note: Another one where I just streamed at the end. I wish I could help it but it's the only way to express things sometimes. It feels rather abrupt, though.

Posted on 09/02/2005
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