Saturday, Friday 24
LET'S GET ACQUAINTED while we talk about hunger & loss. I once had artful chatter before it got unsustainable. I once beat everything around me like an unrelatable heart. Once I spaced out at the skull-bright codicil before it got bland & unreliable. I once had a red hammer in my hand. I played it in the freight car of my singing emancipation. I once had, I once had. Two guitars from the pawnshop instead of feet & I still couldn't swing my big ideas. A woman so fine I quit eating meat of any style. I once had sixteenth notes where other people have gears. An altruistic jones for affection & touching despite my engineering. So much I didn't matter as much. I once had a heart but sold it for sauce. I once had some semi-glossed gators but lost them in the static. Really: I had a double cross & a six-string, clean as tap water. I lost both beauties in the radiator steam. Really, I had someone who loved my frets & strings forever. Imagine that: anybody loving my rust-bucket & cardiac needs together. (Adrian Matejka)