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Michael John Pickering
It’s the same where I am
when I’m anyway always here
so I’m amazing
but you all are still more amazing
you all who can see through two eyes
at the same time.
My head is no kind of
wonderful radio
receiving farflung messages
it can’t even send any either
just I’m happy
inside a crazy great light
and when it starts to get tiring
flying houses and people grow out of me.
Please pretend that you understand
yesterday baseball was on the radio
but i hate baseball games they annoy me so much
the announcers and the crowd and the static
so i went to turn it off but it was already off
and the game was still playing
why don't you make the most of it asked one of the elves
buy yourself a hot dog but i couldn't do it
hot dogs are people
The songs on the radio are ok, but my taste in music is your face
A boy with a waistcoat on hand,
a girl with her workout grin
built a complicity
that taught us to love
the way one intuits to mold a vessel
or to use the innocence's edge
to make a chunk of it and
to shatter on it.
That was the first love
A pleasure for betraying us
as we would never do it again,
following the radio's dial
'til we awake one dawn with rancor
dubious against whom or what
That used to be the first love
A time where taking risks