Nicholas Alexander

For her song

to have never seen the bark protect the tree
or have neer seen the wood underlying it...

the difficulty is where we are
stranded here between one another
locked in doors that stay any breeze
adapting to new songs
between the weeks
passing by
ludicrous assumptions
turning back the steam
inverting the process
swaying the location
for the point of view
shaking the ground - in other words

turning heads as we pass
placing names in the new phone book
that arrived in the letterbox
as we pass through this time booth
and laugh at our mistakes
we face the future
with our eyes

7:36am
1 April 2006