Wednesday, 23 June 2010

the misstep notes

maybe it's not that we sing different songs.
maybe our words are exactly the same

but we just play them to a different beat.

where i'm slow, you're fast
where i'm whimsical, you're strong
where i linger and pause, you rush far ahead

and where we could make beautiful music
we get stuck.
in a clinking. clanging. banging. mess.

dissolving this would-be symphony
into a hum of cluttered riffs

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