body machine
catching and tangle
there is only
repetition into rhythm
great older sounding
underneath your sound
but not yet
the blues
so
later
you
find
the
history
of a
same mother
and he goes
where do you find him now?
when you need to call on him in
underneath
your sound?
resembling
he still gets the grand
introduction
that could
go on for hours
at mine
i turn my head to
the side
it's a prospect of '84 maybe
and anyone knowing
geri leaves me some
notes on water
they are
light as a man's hymn to his mother
so
i
find the markings between six lines
helpful
but unreadable
i imagine the reality of playing
(playing at it)
like you do
i (am)
could
conquest to a muse
one part of the two
hole in
the
bottom
the
other
they still wear through to
the core of me
and the history of his
short tunnels
tunnels to
the bottom
each time
you
so i
am remembering
(you)
lots of people
know
they don't know
the could
they will
be in the night
i am
in the night
command
not
laughter.
