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when i think of you, i think of walls bending.
i think of angels falling
falling from the sky
tripping on clouds
landing on the decks of
sinking pirate ships
the ocean feeding
swallowing
begging for more.
i think of distance
as if it is all i have ever known
like the distance
a paper aeroplane can travel
before it inevitably
crashes into a city
bringing along doom and war
as love burns up in it’s
wreckage.
when i think of you, i think of an orchestra
committing suicide
i think of a pianist hanging himself from
a wire plucked from
his grand piano
a violinist slitting her throat
with her bow
and explosion of silence.
when i think of you, i think of
doves flying amidst an
early morning glow
i think of flowers blooming
wilting, then
being reborn
i think of architecture
i think of cigarettes
i think of the systematic self-destruction
of a human body
i think of elevators
rising and falling
i think of punk rock love songs
i think of genies singing too loudly
to hear my wishes.
is this karma? i do not know.
however,
what i can tell you is
when i think of you
i think of words. i’ll figure
out their meanings later.

– r.o.a

Listening to: End of a Year – Robert E. Howard [album: end of a year 7″]