One-Off..

I give my words to the street.
Measuring time with footsteps,
time with heatbeats, quick pumping blood.
I'm singing, giving the street songs too.
I measure time differently from you, I guess.

It's bypassing all the plastic,
these discs and jerky industry nobs,
the cheeses. I'm spilling out
onto the cold granite, tantalizing
short verses. Soulful, she almost nodded.

This is music distribution.
I'm just missing out the well-paid middle-men.
I'm singing to only one person, see.

And though her eyes are big mirrors, wild
thoughts dancing about her like mythical beings,
faeries, angels that hold my name in whispers, yes,
even though my heart drowns in her,
this song is just for me, I guess.


Cor, march 2001