There's something to Sinatra
on speakers small enough to hear
the plastic drum rattle
against the plastic grate of its housing,
something that lets the eyes see
the smallness of filmstrip
slipping left and right and
click click clicking back in focus,
and the nodding projectionist
and the theater box seats
and tipping ash into an ashtray
and watching the gray curls
obscure the light
through my afternoon windows
I've seen the movie before, and I notice,
for the first time in a long time,
that it wasn't scored for me,
that I just work here.
Deep Space Christmas
There are no holidays in space
because every day
you do not wake up to explosive decompression
is worth celebrating.
because every day
you do not wake up to explosive decompression
is worth celebrating.
I've Never Seen the Sun Rise over the Sea of Japan
I've never seen the sun rise over the sea of Japan.
But, I have seen the sun rise
through the panes of your bedroom window
and light your hair on fire
in the minutes before
you opened your brown eyes
and maybe I'm unambitious
or just poor,
but that has been enough
for me.
Tender Render Techno
Laying long and shaggy and easy like rug
beneath a naked belly and pressed
by the weight of a body against,
but with, your bare skinned back
and maybe it's hard to breath
and maybe it's hard to feel
anything besides desire
coming from the outside in,
like the three seconds between
leaving the shower and
feeling the steam heater
tongue the water droplets
around the dimples at the small of your back,
and in the press you are reduced
to a thing crushed cat like and vulvic
and the notes come pure and purring
like strings on a bass guitar
beneath fingertips close enough to
feel the pin pricks of vibrations
and just far enough to leave the notes
unmolested and only
if only
these headphones would hold me tighter.
beneath a naked belly and pressed
by the weight of a body against,
but with, your bare skinned back
and maybe it's hard to breath
and maybe it's hard to feel
anything besides desire
coming from the outside in,
like the three seconds between
leaving the shower and
feeling the steam heater
tongue the water droplets
around the dimples at the small of your back,
and in the press you are reduced
to a thing crushed cat like and vulvic
and the notes come pure and purring
like strings on a bass guitar
beneath fingertips close enough to
feel the pin pricks of vibrations
and just far enough to leave the notes
unmolested and only
if only
these headphones would hold me tighter.
Night's Cap
I want to be amazedly centered
and I feel like you help me do that.
Amazingly?
That's what I said.
No it isn't.
Yes it is.
Are you drunk?
Are you?
No.
and I feel like you help me do that.
Amazingly?
That's what I said.
No it isn't.
Yes it is.
Are you drunk?
Are you?
No.
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