Democrat, Illinois - The ElectroLounge

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Dreams that keep from days long gone rarely have to do with faces—all remains now with
them is shared sentiment, pretty scent in a rapid wind, but I remember private things more
& wonder over this—why the places not the people? Disappointment? How all of them
cared & cared & then somewhat more diffusely & then it was shared sentiment & little
else—why indeed do I remember radio shows & old cemeteries & treed courtyards with
ache, & the people, not so hard, I tried a poem tonight & could only get so far, saying it
comes & goes, over & over, play each hour like a king, & then the next, & the next—
I tried to make it back into my past, sent a hello around but the echo was bare, was less,
Today I sat in an office feeling hours slip unfelt by, & tonight I hurt by this, & tomorrow
again & I don’t know how to do elsewise—how to feel in a concrete box of blinking
machines, each slave to his walls & seat,
Not anger, weariness, a resolve to swim along anyway,
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Reck the hardest strums &
their awful echoes, alien
wild through later days,
clinging, sorrow’s riped mask,
sugared year of moments
blah fucking blah blah blah
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Smooth later hours more a band again though hardly back, more simply aloft,
coherence in guitars & keyboards & percussion, if not five people again then more toward
that—
something—tell it by its own angles & silhouettes—
Noisy Children disappeared awhile, dispersed into the beat, the flow, went, good &
gone, hours or their simulacra passed, up, over, & over again, there was no band or else all
was band, can it be said for sure? No.
Then as flights do there was some kind of return, along not back, nobody lands in
the same place
& what happened with Luna T’s faded & what had that been? Did you see that?
Was it real? How did they do that? Can drugs do what they did?
Toward some weak hour the band huddles in rest.
“That was pretty good.”
“Fuck yah!”
“Will it be like that every time?”
“I don’t know.”
Grey the drummer takes a long pull at his pitcher of stout. “We can do better.”
“What do you mean?”
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