L. Bangs (lbangs) wrote,
L. Bangs

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He's Got Two Left Feet / And He Bites My Moves

Along the Way

The breath's
A wash of grated cloud,
The night,
A starving train whistle late,

I never catch the melody along the way,
My gloves are far too bulky.
Hum along despite.
Dance around the patch of ice.
The frozen song will last the path
Never quite so long
Along the way.

The air,
The weight of oiled cardamom,
Her bed,
A roll of Persian silk,
Her winter skin,
A Tesla coil.

- 2/2/17
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