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Suadade <br/>
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Song of sorrow<br/>
I'm hiding in a cave
Writing to fill the void<br/>
With a man with dark hair
---of loss<br/>
His appearance flickers, in motion
---of longing<br/>
Shape shifting between   v  and   g
---of melancholy<br/>
                        Cave and Cage
 
                        Nick, Nicolas, and John
 
                        the singer, the actor, the artist
I'm hiding in a cave<br/>
                                                          (and back again)
With a man with dark hair<br/>
 
His appearance flickers, in motion<br/>
Shape shifting between V and G<br/>
Their faces blend together
between Cave and Cage<br/>
Three tongues moving at jet speed
between Nick, Nicholas, and John<br/>
Six eyes working with thirty-six teeth
between the singer, the actor, and the artist<br/>
Some nose hair, saliva, and too many feet
 
For their thirty, dirty fingers to meet
 
A unibrow
They're all here with me in this cave and I can't figure out who's talking to me, when, and what they're quoting. <br/>A song, a movie, a movement, the hole between them? <br/>I keep listening and the saddest, most explosive, fugitive, burning, heartfelt, haunting, precise performance film track unfolds.<br/> There is no recording. It only exists in the cage cave.
In unison
The saddest, most explosive, all-encompassing, yet tranquil live radio
composition car chase kissing scene concert unfolds as they perform
movies, movements, songs, poems, and the improvised holes between them.  
There's no recording. I left them in the cave.
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Latest revision as of 11:30, 27 January 2012

I'm hiding in a cave
With a man with dark hair
His appearance flickers, in motion
Shape shifting between    v  and   g
                        Cave and Cage
                        Nick, Nicolas, and John
                        the singer, the actor, the artist
                                                          (and back again)
 

Their faces blend together
Three tongues moving at jet speed
Six eyes working with thirty-six teeth
Some nose hair, saliva, and too many feet 
For their thirty, dirty fingers to meet
A unibrow
In unison


The saddest, most explosive, all-encompassing, yet tranquil live radio 
composition car chase kissing scene concert unfolds as they perform 
movies, movements, songs, poems, and the improvised holes between them. 
There's no recording. I left them in the cave.