>"when the sun rose up this morning my baby she told me she loved me"

>

there is nothing to compare to their stare
not hiding your small gold watch
on my wrist
hoping they notice
because
faces are meaningless and empty
the feedback loop is particularly important

and I draw their attention up towards it

with a nod to the drummer
the band settles beneath the noise
& the lights go zero
there is stillness and nothing
can compare to their still, stifling stare
and your small gold watch should shelter me
your small gold watch should shelter me
your small gold watch
watches me
watch.

for Herman Dune performing in Barcelona in the summer of 2009

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