new flesh, specious crawling, on and off, touch
stories fall like dominoes into the quiet rush
Brought out by music, a beacon of happiness
perchance to meet and fall in love again. Squash.
1999. Value. Begotten Son. Him. Them. You. On The Crew.
Past forgot but not forgotten Into another new
Situation comes and surprises you again something
must be wrong with this program; glitch again again
train moving slowly out the station destination known
standing on the seats of care, money on the seats, sex within reach
another living cliche walking the streets, the epicene streets, this game
moves slowly like chess pieces given the gift of life the board expanding quickly
out of sight is out of mind. How can you be ready? You are ready. (to meet…)
Movement. On the move. In retrospect, it was probably sweet to experience
while I followed ten steps behind, biding my time, being the vine, drinking the wine.