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burnunitSpent four hours in the driving sun, burned my eyes and wracked my heart out. Open me harder, with mist to fill the spaces between each, my atoms-- who will host the memory of my desires? who will burst with me like so many secret buds? Stretched here to the river white-wrapped with wires, broken on the feet of the great buildings: my sweet sweat and aching ear bent to capture you.
My love is a strewing of granite stones, a scatter of glances, each rebounds from each and splashes longingly in the wide arms of the River. O bridge me, bridge me over the flood! My love is a pair of sparrows now, each to each talks madly upon the boughs. And who will run with him, my evergreen friend? Who will be the pierced target of this gray morning, these high windowless skies?
I am veined with the memory of you- transformed, time travelled and wrenched from my position, my uterine rest, my hollow echo spot soft and warm. O mama hold back the sunset! O mama hold back the dawn! But the highways and the rivers run on and on. So we stare at the lights, borne on wings of brick, our muscles strained to clench the wires. We grip them, await their outburst of noise, their messages from home. Sing me to sleep now, sweet man, lay me in the grass and caress my forehead. Cool me in the gray of midmorning and sing me out of the sunlight.
look out kid, they keep it all hid
My love is a strewing of granite stones, a scatter of glances, each rebounds from each and splashes longingly in the wide arms of the River. O bridge me, bridge me over the flood! My love is a pair of sparrows now, each to each talks madly upon the boughs. And who will run with him, my evergreen friend? Who will be the pierced target of this gray morning, these high windowless skies?
I am veined with the memory of you- transformed, time travelled and wrenched from my position, my uterine rest, my hollow echo spot soft and warm. O mama hold back the sunset! O mama hold back the dawn! But the highways and the rivers run on and on. So we stare at the lights, borne on wings of brick, our muscles strained to clench the wires. We grip them, await their outburst of noise, their messages from home. Sing me to sleep now, sweet man, lay me in the grass and caress my forehead. Cool me in the gray of midmorning and sing me out of the sunlight.
look out kid, they keep it all hid