Monday, February 21, 2011

To the Internet

What we're mainly concerned with is subtracting distance

My cheek against yours
crammed against the furious scrum of all trees
withering and bursting
creeping through the gutters

And every lifetime completely present
like a stone to the mouth

Our ballooning faces popping windows
and confusing eachother's dreams

Every tongue in every ear
Screaming louder and louder
like the noteless ocean breeze.

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