ragtag

the slight tremelo in your tenor
tempts me to travelling

as

you unravel my mind

tease the threads through

white, red, and blues

drunk on an old man's lips

shall i slip through the wire

that binds these veins to your ear

and disappear as easy as this morning's mirage?

enter your collage.

oh god.

i remember how you pasted the cutting edge

styles

across the weather-worn miles of the past

and the sky is glassed

as i ride on the wings of your voice

and all static moments are finally surpassed.


i've heard new york is freedom.


what wonderful canvas to paint the flown voices of our

unresolved knowings-of-each-other

what wonderful parchment to pen the memorial to so many fallen brothers

and

what solemn symphany of streets and soapboxes to serenade the soundtrack to our souls?!


i want to find out if i could possibly experience a city as deeply as i've wanted to fall myself into you.