LPiA-25 Nov. 6

[rowens]

Always There

There always were eyes, the white craters that spin.
Always eyes.
Two cookiecutter stars churning the works,
adolescent tape moaning in a warm embrace,
twisting to understanding.

Straight stories and dreams, natural
cutup percepts glued as love
into smooth maturity.
Sound imposed voices
the way one returns on teenage songs.

Digital and clear, we
do as we like
within a context of
perfection.

I miss crackling campfires
inside and warped-solemn 
blandishments of duppies.