no sleep

some songs are

symphonic like

shivery wavelengths

through the heart

the kind for

soaring a little tipsy

through a packed

party feeling that

anything could

happen.

this one is

too, heard first

in its natural

habitat:

from big

speakers at 2AM

after glasses of

wine.

it played again

late, in the library,

at the hour

when reading isn't

appealing anymore

and all you want is

love. that

time, between

books, it struck me

sadly,

symphonic

shivery wavelengths

of misplaced

promise

no jobs and

no sleep and

live it up like

it's the weekend

vibrating with

those empty night time

emotions that

don't find

feet in the day, don't

translate themselves into

connection when

we scatter around

city blocks.

test its

promise. make

out to a song

like that in the

morning

with the windows

open and

the sun catching

rising particles

of dust.

cvp