Tuesday, 25 December 2012

Almost Home

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Sparks in wires, smokestack pipe dreams.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
The lovers haze on distant balconies.

One
Inhale, hold your breath
Two
Exhale, feel the fumes
Three
Lover friends, feel the blur
Four
Keys in eyes, the dead exhume.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Sparks in wires, smokestack pipe dreams.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
The lovers haze on distant balconies.

Five.
Clutch the air, it’s slipping
Six
Consume her soul, she’s breathing
Seven
Grasp each note, forsaking you
Eight
Burn the blood, you’re leaving

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
Sparks in wires, smokestack pipe dreams.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.
The lovers haze on distant balconies.

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