- Keith Banner
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?
