Don't call me,
I don't want to cry
no more. The fan's moaning
'cause the screws are loose,
and the floor's wet with rain.
Why'd you leave me, Baby?
The fan's loose, and I'm
on the floor watching
my big hands. I'm moaning,
Baby, rain is on my face.
Don't call, by morning
the fan will dry the floor,
and I can stop the rain
with my hands.
In a wide room of rain smells a gardenia bush grows between the floorboards. 2 AM: he stands, bends, sticks his thumb between the bricks in the road. Open window, empty attic…
Away from me you’ll fly, like this title, like my life, into the void, I have seen it happen, watch it happen now as snow sluggish, marches on white city from white…
Here is where my heart beat outside my body. I could not stop ten years of motion, whole days swallowed by speed, hours lost and a mangle of names, Nick's, Munch's, Big…
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