Monday, May 14, 2007

The Echoes Of Conversation

The Echoes Of Conversation

Tentaplugg, oh joy.

Heart It Races

and we slow to acknowledge the knots in the laces
heart it races!

and we go back to where we moved out to the places
heart it races!

I bought it in a can and stirred it with my fingers
do it out the window
lately you've been tan, suspicious for the winter
looks like little splinters

I sold it to a man
and threw him out that window he went boom
made his wife a widow

heart it races!

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