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from primitive pianos (Elblag, Poland)

Whatever Buzzes the Brain
Sopot, Poland (August 17th 2009)
for Magda Bethge

this is the fish
this is the beer
this is the wooden table
these are the rollerblades
I snapped you
one-legged near
the lopsided house
this is the beach
feet dig deep
into sand
we used to meet
in a communist hotel
we bowled
we spirited
my hand is on your shoulder
my hand is in the frame
the wine on your birthday
the snow out the window
bus stops
and a warm fuzz
in the tummy
don't think of age
the temporary tick tock
the blood or whatever
buzzes the brain
or heart
or hormones
I misread my trains
soon the light will go
where are you oh
travel mates


Magda said…
Thank you Marcus:*... It really means a lot to me... Love this version... Hope our paths will cross again...

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