When you put the heat to them
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How we get to this particular place
Dead letters, those gods,
rise to climb the sky of the mind.
They screw on stars to make words
and leave us to raise their babies.
Can I make out of words
Can I make out of words
what I wanted to get on film?
Ten seconds of the freight train
rumbling by?
And a boy biking,
his pedal striking
the kickstand loose
and useless?
Words go like water
Where you want or do or don’t.
We’ll be wet yes
but then we won’t
Ha ha, words come
Like bats out of
nowhere on a summer
evening. But don’t
worry the danger
is all in
your mind
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