forgetting my own ambitions
i would just lay on the floor
and listen to her
la-la-la-ing her tunes

i'll smoke, recline
and giggle when I hear
a rattle of neat-o syllables
betwixt the tick-tick-tick

staring into pillars of light
i would feel as though I were
a suspended and languishing dust

aslightandasdense wave forms
and thrum, bouncing off
the trailer walls, I hear
the rhythm of your feet

poised between hippie beads
and dropping the guitar
i am no longer dust
and She is the sea...

oi oi oi


Apheletic Shox