IN THIS SPARSE ACCUSATION:
You’ll laugh when you look back with too much time to think,
scratching the back of your head, looking dazed in a wobbly face,
red lips & politics. You are on my list handsome wanderer, standing
stealth in black against the clouds. A tree, a figure sheltering
under branches thick with leaves. We shall not be moved, prowling
in the wind, blowing a wild horn – Pump it up!
Listening to: OY – ‘Space Diaspora‘