Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Saturday, May 7, 2011

EnForced Recall.

It's only a touch away from the familiar, a bit out of the ordinary, slightly removed from what we haven't yet known.

And if it's only waiting...

We passed the End of the Earth sale on the way here.

Maybe things are just beginning.

And maybe...

In mid capture of conversation, we find the calls that draw on memory and melody.

And possibility.

They say it's general holocaust - that everyone is dying.

That it's anything you can imagine.

So bad the Italian music got involved and the movie store down on West Lane.

But even though it's a bullshit excuse, it's still why the balis are banned. And not just in Ohio.

He was in Chicago for eight years.

So that...that became home.

It's only dark intelligence hidden under wanna-be curly hair.

Or even wanna-be wavy.

Sullen eyes and a high voice, the way I imagined.

Do you need to remember?

A blossoming music career.

Disguised as something much more.

Exotic, but it's a carrot.

I had a diet coke, but I don't know where the sanity went.

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