21 September 2008
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not nearly
the slow confetti are snow dome pixels of porcelain the bride spins groom swans they flash in this hemisphere where everyone-is-thinking-about-everyone-else and everyone-is-eating-cake, well
every one thinks every one eats cake
sure there are belles but they are empty there are clucking sounds from devices they too are empty our minds filled with starlight in no time so take your particle for the nuevo
and tango
like a stately oldsmobile with a crackling radio through rain lashed streets your hem rides high you are my distraction I can’t even change
gears
fear rises it’s the fear of losing you don’t leave me in this
car tonight