B.A.S.E.

building

our atoms move deeper into the nuclear cycle
building machines to dispense between cracks
radioactive like that northern summer’s milk
leap from a guard rail with leg rope attached

antennae

mike oldfield in orbit around some ragged sun
i read rilke as we fell towards the waiting vans
electric shock as people have sex to our album
hunting for the frozen deer aka kaleidoscopics

span

inside the chaos of that frantic gig we plucked
up courage we spread out our shivering arms
extending our antennae as we hit the freezing

earth

eclipsed by roars of album traffic morse code
what could it possibly mean forever repeated
looking for the same elastics kindling in earth

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