Friday, April 11, 2008

my favourite chords

Friday, April 11, 2008
I spent the day not making epic pro-con analysis lists, debating the merits of one over the other and of the bird in the hand versus the two in the bush.

Instead I listened to my favourite band sing my favourite songs, and then I washed the dishes.

You are a radio. You are an open door.
I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights.
You swim through frequencies.
You let that stranger in, as I'm blinking off and on and off again.
We've got a lot of time.
Or maybe we don't, but I'd like to think so, so let me pretend.