distance is just an obstacle,
Dead-Beat,
Irredeemable.
Kasia,
Buckwheat,
Purity.
words keep winding wild
tossing their sneakers at the porch
losing socks ‘n shorts ‘n shirts ‘n the rest
until they stand stark, naked, alone,
cowing the rest of thought into silence.
distance is just an obstacle.
neither of us knows just how long we’ve been talking,
started with two lonely people
Dead-Beat,
directionless,
purposeless,
cloppin’ to the beat of some long dead rhythm
purposeless.
Irredeemable.
tired of all this.
dead tired of beatin’ ‘gainst this wall.
distance is just an obstacle.
Irredeemable,
Kasia.
ain’t even like it’s buckin’ the trend anymore,
what with the wheat of emotion slidin’ ever digital
that even life-long astronauts can know the purity of love.
Dead-Beat,
‘n I’m not lookin’ for redemption.
Irredeemable.
distance is just an obstacle,
Kasia.
from all those hours I taught myself guitar,
my fingers only remember “3rd Planet”.
‘n I might ‘a fallen for the wrong person,
but it ain’t like the fallin’ was wrong.
somewhere in Texas,
I’ve got this cousin who fell in love
with some man she met in WoW,
turned eighteen, moved there, married him,
went to college.
ain’t heard much since,
but how’s it different from meeting
in a coffee shop
book store
university
*The universe is shaped exactly like the earth if you go straight long enough you’ll end up where you were*
