When some people talk about money
They speak as if it were a mysterious lover
Who went out to buy milk and never
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5pm on the nose. They open their mouths
And it rolls out: high, shrill and metallic.
First the boy, then his sister. Occasionally,
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The first track still almost swings. High hat and snare, even
A few bars of sax the stratosphere will singe-out soon enough.
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There will be no edges, but curves.
Clean lines pointing only forward.
History, with its hard spine & dog-eared
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1.
The earth is dry and they live wanting.
Each with a small reservoir
Of furious music heavy in the throat.
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After dark, stars glisten like ice, and the distance they span
Hides something elemental. Not God, exactly. More like
Some thin-hipped glittering Bowie-being—a Starman
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But sometimes I forget where I am,
Imagine myself inside that life again.
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Oak table, knotted legs, the chirp
And scrape of tines to mouth.
Four children, four engines
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We like to think of it as parallel to what we know,
Only bigger. One man against the authorities.
Or one man against a city of zombies. One man
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