The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

How we got this way…

can you remember the song
that played, that day
when I was a child…

it was the song of mute sounds
and high-kicking winds…
it was the song of bodies dancing ever so
close but still not touching
it was the song
that gave me false hope
by giving me something to believe in
that I now see
was never really there
at all…

the kiss
was from the tail of a fish
the hug
was just a maul from dogs, crazy and wild
in the Dan Ryan woods
the future… does not exist
the past is more than just a foreign
country but also a daydream that
everyone thought of at once…

written: March 1, 2011


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