somehow I need to possess:

tape all the music
photograph the faces
as though nothing can happen without souvenirs

afraid I’ll lose it all through trembling fingers
what did he say to me?
how did he look?
trying to tell it all
wanting to keep it all
dreams spiral into my waking world

come back and let me look at you

(1984)

Chunky by the Author, 2011

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