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Selected Writing

Til Ur Spun

 

find someone, til ur spun.

driving

distant

changing

in the revelatory sun

in g minor

fast car, slow morning

a ticket to anywhere, anywhere’s calling

when the window’s down

and there’s smoke in the air

driving

distance

systems

life in limbo, instant

love on the highway ends when town comes into view

take the long way home

we know what to do

i fade into you as we fade out of view

taken by day

undertaken by night

any day now, any day

any night now

all night

access all areas like sunlight

travel the back streets

paddle the night stream

in a t-shirt

in my hatchback

with your skateboard

in the moonlight

and it’s paradise if you get it right

and you rest your head on mine and we speed away

and in that moment we share the same mind

neither of us know what we’re doing -or- where we’re going

or what it’s worth

or who we are?

or if we have anything to prove

we just move

scabs and scars and flecks of blood are ours, our bodies filled with life

our bodies filled with sorrow

everything begins again tomorrow

so empty, so still

so still

hours in the emptiness

where the trees are fifty metres tall

day

night

‘til

day

light

she had a big house

she had her own wing

she was a rich girl

he was a poor kid

her street had gas lamps

it was enthralling

 
Thomas Hawkins