NOTHING TO LOOSE:
A gold stud in the ear. Hands clasped around something hot & fast.
A rescue remedy for a quick start too early. Sunk eyes.
PROCESSION:
Oh the the boys in the their turned-up jeans, conceal affection,
touch fleetingly, radiant faces, gingham parade to a corner table,
smiling.
HEADS DOWN:
Fingers dance, skate across the faces of tiny machines purring in
the palms of hands. Vibrating symbiots, body-snatchers.
THE SILENCE WHEN YOU DIE:
But, in the meantime, lovers. No harm done this time.
Listening to The Necks
(K)
Café at the end of the world.
The invisible thread
Connection broken*
Amazed magic man.