Looseleaf singing is ringing through my head. Harmony like bells in the old fashioned chuches. It’s a contraceptive against love iconic. Radio transmission from the inside of my brain. Trying to stay awake, trying to make things matter.
Murder of crows time, stepping from the shower to find a letter from an imaginary lover. Maybe I should send them a picture. Knuckleball warfare, an adventure in breathing. Bomb thier harddrive with sex, don’t let them sleep peacefully.
We may even meet one day, a solution to this damage control.