Dialogue

Dialogue, originally uploaded by tetheredto.

Dialogue by tetheredto.
A man walked past me on the video you're watching carrying what looks like a music stand but is actually a television camera. Teeth are constantly in the way here, trying to sing well. I claim absolutely no senses, taking the lung sacks of emotion and robotic hands and lamenting too with it, like i never really had you, here in my... When this song ends I believe I'll go right on past that. I'll have to; with love there should be marching, major chords, building and building on the highest scale to bursting. Fists of lament to go along. Teardrops only seen reflected in buildings as you drive past them in dreams shared with, that you can't make longer. You can only go, go, even fog scratches hot against your hip at that speed. It's near the beginning so embarrassingly soft... Here I go, singing and pounding unpolished and inarticulate to you, admitting the fallibility of words, drugs, songs, machines, and myself, and the infallibility of the, well, fist-a-heart.