Sunday, August 27, 2006

conditions

the wine is portuguese
the drums new york
outside is snowy sydney
if sydney had snow
it’s cold though
the weather’s in the south
seems like a trick
bomb clouds and machines
humming like fat
silver planes with hefty wings
dropping dropping
more than passengers
tonight love isn’t enough
you just want it to stop
molesting your psyche
while you paint the sign
as we used to
don’t. give. up. not. yet

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