we had almost no intentions and yet sufficient to sustain the bale
trucks passed our houses in the early hours rumbled foundations
So Young called the summer months the sticky buds outside the shop
and could bring Dave on just by putting her head to his open window
she could tell what she was doing to him by the way his energy went fat
switched on the stage arriving in a rush of streetside petroleum thought
a shift of weight could make their day immersive say the puddle of stubs
outside that crap bar with the mirrored floor and cops dubbing each other
after hours whenever that fell into roaring silence forming in her throat
washed through with green teas and blown up tired balloons with skunk
dried dates in her coat pocket while she discussed roosting flock behaviours
with our harbourmaster watching young boys toss their bodies off the bridge
into oily dark waters we were afraid they'd thrown their lives away
but we knew little of their joy say their marriage on the beach in Cuba
with a digicam to hand so that the feeling could be simulated for ever and
just that grain in our services before the gyms kicks our routines back in
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