Friday, December 01, 2017

Being Gone To Be Here

Sell snowballs and plunge outside
Be the noise you want to see
No authority just you and me
Making common shadow

Recovered from visibility
From this body when a hood would do
You go to them flashing
Fleeing authority through hair, fleeing form

When black and blue would do
Where hoops are insanely tall
And everything can be remade
The world is never the world
Being gone to be here