Amorous in Bauhaus Fashion

Her brow: pensive

Her knees: away

I stand beside her

But i look straight ahead

And dissolve

Before the night began on Herring Street

A book from school kept me wandering

This may take a while

I might never see this through

And they said that chapter four repeats itself

Along with three so far

Where are you tonight?

It's crowded at the sokol club

And tonight will be the same

I want her walk to scream her confidence above me

I try to hide my thoughts

I stare blankly through her face

This seems so senseless

She sees me breathing

My hands are crippled clay

This could have been different

I hear myself saying again again again