Helsinki's Main Bus Station the trees are waiting for you to live but for you to live, you must buy a couple walls in the chewiness of the limehouse cut. as for the buses, suppose i stood in a choir of you mainlining almonds. sometimes the trees enter the trance i am in as if wearing name tags sticky with names on the steep banks of the sea or in the mitsubushi showroom, i will pip you to sleep like a mood light. thirteen of them cross the main station: the first shovel of dirt: i am doing helsinki january in a dense cloud layer, which creates more lift. p.s. i am hanging with paul’s husband on a book forum even the trees are due the one rhyme they deserve more lift, more names, departures, departure boards. i marched for the mood lights to live on in the mind and i have prayers fuming for this, the trees in the first shovel of love songs they deserve. thirteen of them cross the main station enter the trance i am in as if pausing to tie shoelaces: stations of trees in choirs of fumes: clouds, mood.
Soft Launch
This is track 6 from Soft Launch, 22 poems based on 22 music tracks each based on 22 loops of a single sample.