May
4
Friends Among Free Noise
Friends Among Free Noise
So that even music is most and other voices well
a person is too much. I don’t remember
how tall you were when I met you or when I started
saving the afternoon for morning cigarettes,
but I know that Spain will wrap you when
words won’t. When months of waking up become
a summer’s sleep. Conversation itself quietly
fucks and a bed becomes the basis for one long
walk to Regent, this an alphabet of growing up.
Clichéd in all the best ways-that-I-want
to talk. So sled me slowly from the fountain.
Take my tongue. Wish me luck.
