This and That

nothing more than

an itch

slowed down to a moment

a link between

blank stares and

the other side of

the world

you don't have to say anything

you don't

know

anyway

but still there's a whisper

a little dream inside

a candybar-wrapper

muzak maneuvers

some days

mean absolutely nothing

other days

mean beautiful orchard

some are mortuaries

and then others

are just plain porn

let's survey the territory

let's understand

the smallest

scale, wind across eye-lids

shit like that

let's

get microscopic

let's get down to business and

make a phonecall

or maybe

years later

a stripmall

skull

a heaven that bends above us

there's a little

terrible moment

a little

time between

this and that

and then that other whisper,

the one you always hear: How deep

is your love?

How deep is your love?

How deep is your love?

Is it like the ocean?

Pull me closer, again

How deep is your love?

How deep is your love?