after Hot Chip's "Careful" and "No Fit State"
The alarm still goes off to remind me
there are things worth remembering
in the gut and bluster of shaken off cuts and muster
and hard high stepping into futures
proofed and untested and
summer's going to hurt you in the end
because so much bloom can only be chased
by an autumn if a world is to
take on the luster of time
with more dignity than some kind of
expansive space continuity stretched
dark mattered death.
There is and will be a song to a throat
in the moats between the Milk stars dancing wide and
the harmony, the resonance of
commonality and the warmth of experience
shared in the brilliance of the greening of
the bones of this soon to be
will be enough to sate and fade the cool
into the touch, the learning touch, of sprigs
to air not ready, but when is
a bruise prepared to become
square inches of receptivity
when it is still beholden to
the battery and summer lushed
storm fronted current of
flow from and to
the blue white spears of
me close to you and
careless fools in the dried tide pools of Summer love.
I am in no fit state.
I am in no fixed state.
I will take, but I
will take care.
