25th Floor

Jan 4

boys with black eyes
and rough hands and
lips that will never love
you told me i’d be safe
and as always i was naive and there was a cy twombly print
ripped up, discarded, in some steel mesh wastebasket
my Brazilian friend hadn’t returned my calls,
you refused to pick up the phone
so i placed a lit cigarette against the fine hairs on my arm to forget you
but the storm had made me vividly aware of the island
i had become.

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Comme des Garçons x If you reach the border, 1991

Can I tell you exactly how I know youAre you listening to what I’m not saying Is there silence when the music is playing Are you breaking the pipe, are you busting out the tears Have you been half a story for too many years Can you tell me something I’ve never seen Can you become the one I’ve never been Are you living on the money or are you full of shit today Are you learning about human relations Are you earning some hard information Are you hearing something you have never heard before Tell me am I making sense Shall I describe the person I died in Are you living a lie where thinking is king When you look into my eyes tell me Are you looking right at you are when you’re looking right at me If you reach the border would you step across Will you ever find what you never ever lost Tell me am I making sense

Comme des Garçons x If you reach the border, 1991

Can I tell you exactly how I know you
Are you listening to what I’m not saying
Is there silence when the music is playing
Are you breaking the pipe, are you busting out the tears
Have you been half a story for too many years
Can you tell me something I’ve never seen
Can you become the one I’ve never been
Are you living on the money or are you full of shit today
Are you learning about human relations
Are you earning some hard information
Are you hearing something you have never heard before
Tell me am I making sense
Shall I describe the person I died in
Are you living a lie where thinking is king
When you look into my eyes tell me
Are you looking right at you are when you’re looking right at me
If you reach the border would you step across
Will you ever find what you never ever lost
Tell me am I making sense