caught in throat

its hard to find you, myself, in the silence,
along the tracks, the black and white, frames per minute
i believe everything you are saying when you say nothing
chasing spaces between words, it's natural, sunray hittin sidewalk square warm sand,
caught on the turn of a pigeon wing, torn off tossed in alley with used rubber & rattail is goddamm fucking beautiful,
we count bricks together, mark the walls, stand nakkid in windows you can look out of, bow to the south at sunset-
when it's been too long you find my mouth, we knaw eachother greedily,
guts spillin out across the blanket-
tremble me,
someday soon these bricks will fall down on us
there are many things to talk about,
in so much silence-
you move with me, chemical electric upbelly,
backstairs painted door liquid fingers singing,
your eyes holding mine or staring out the cab window,
an animal sound ray moans us blurred furious joy
you don't have to say,
i'm not saying-
a shadow across the room,
the glimmer of light caught in the horn as it rises
from the candle low, the heat lamps over the stage
i smell like a hobo and look like a madd bomber
you don't seem to mind, we are dirty, pickin resin off the floor
and laughing into our morning beers
it is still summer outside with windows shut tight
glowing aztec warriors shouting from crumblin brick
and you stand on the roof against the sun
and raise your arms over yr head
and nobody says a goddamm thing-
we let the sky speak.

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