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(c) 2010 brian hawkins
New Jersey Transit keeps rolling ghost trains
[the taste of first light through sweet April rain]
in a reverie unwell,
let’s not get caught in false details.
lest we mistake epic truths,
for things once once whispered on a brooklyn roof
as we watch the day turn night:
astrology by city light
yeah don’t let me break down
don’t let me lose myself inside of this
by induction, i’m hopeful; contradiction, i’m not
by logic and reason and numbers i’m caught
in calculation and hedging factors unseen -
as I watch it play out on my brick wall screen
you can explode onto paper – explode in the sky
introductions unneeded and awkward goodbyes
…
i can wait for la fin du monde
[or a moment that approaches this]
i can wait one minute more
for that singular exalting -
and the third’s a damaged decade:
facebook photoshoots and ’show and tell’
and we’re all unknotable, misled, motives
yeah it’s all so tired -
so fucked and so devoid of grace
it’s all Helvetica signage in the underworld
imagination counts down the one-that-got-away girl
is it mistaken grace? or perhaps the inverse?
melodies cut short: so sweet and perverse
you can explode onto paper – explode in the void
you’re an obvious rhyme
that you learn to avoid
…
so keep reading old emails
[elegant words not from your heart]
and find passionate refrain:
hot summer day in bryant park
guitar {bh}
vocal {bh}
synth {bh}
