Mix CD

I am.
Your amalgamated love song
Flecks of paper mache dreams
that you can't quite put into words
Spliced film
tiny pictures flash across your roman features
then dissappear
but leave popcorn and bent straws in their wake

I am.
feelings felt by proxy
unintended intentions
Breathless questions asked?
a geometric labyrinth of moon electric lives
cast on your knotted wood wall

When you plug your ears with Track 1, Track 2, 3....
When you force your eyes tight against your knuckles
When the disintegration dances
You're hearing my smile.