The Space Between The Notes

orange
orange
orange
the city is orange
blinking lights infiltrate my head wrap round my brain flash behind my eyes

spikes
studs
leather
what we wear is
patched up opposite threads put spikes in darts too many broken needles

red
purple
turquoise
judgement and opinions all over
guttersluts forty spillers street sitters dirt is nothing only we are something

music
music
music
our lives are music
notes twisting floating mating creating loudloud beautiful sound wraps me up like a blanket

love
love
love
love holds us together
the threads on our jackets the space between the notes the colors in our hair you only see what's there
but you only feel what's not there