NOTES

to have time to do nothing else but taste espresso.

you weren't that original

i hear your songs in every coffee shop in dallas

they sound like rain


i stand here at the bar

letting colombia wash my mouth

and you know i dream


i want to pass my exit

pass the tarps spread over wheelchairs and cardboard

pass the invisible women with piercing eyes

can you see my eyes?

rem in the daytime

"now you've changed your name

do they still ask you twice?"


i live in the aorta of the city

and these notes gushing

i want to think about what i want to think about

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