Nine Key Chord
Or nothing is really north, but you’re so civic and indivisible.
The Folk Revival has no middle, no anachronism, just no more caption or advent, but you’re not them dilettantes. As relentless as listening to the shore backwards, your words about how it happens, wanderlust and continental, badge verse the nourish of no mercy crash short, burst slack, repeat as you were reallysomething.
You know the house is empty, exempt, yours for the mentioning of will to power appears an officer on a horse with more posture than you’re used to, undoing your robe for it’s satin loose before a sash and give him the magician, night minion, answer over the flashlight nothing
Authority I admire is kept during itself, kinetic, black market uncorrectable and in between admiring and participating, you wear the tight number which hugs risen the been-there under your eyes vindicates evasion head on I don’t even imagine what real violation sounds I stay at the Social Club while you go sell my high back to Cuba China as a kind of sound of king of sound He’ll ask me to speak up, come closer, note the kind of trouble I’m in here is absurd and prolific the kind you catch for witnessing an author rewrite the book skip the vista, the word vista, the good word and look as it’s splitting