well I must have landed right beside you
because here I am
and you drew me here
lean through your skylight
step off the ladder
fall into the stars
***
p's friend palli plays his v. old martin guitar
laye on southpole
hitch making it up as he goes along
whilst non-player rory (a friend of harin's)
removes a mass of wires and leads
wondering what the noises in the next room could be
he examines a circular hole in the wall
that leads from the temporary control room
and p worries endlessly about asbestos
airborne brick and plaster dust
dreaming and choking on harri and t.b.
lizcocteau and bigstar
meanwhile through a gap in the blinds
sunday eve dusk continues
on into darkness
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