JUMBO

I need sugar I need a little water of sugar I get thoughts about you and the night wants me like a little lost child locked in the safe place looking out the window the dark move fast pass the window the dark on the other side of the locked door my thumbs on a Tetris keyring moving in brilliant timing you pick up the phone and i'm imagining it out tiny wires in her ears sliding through the city tiny wires in her ears sliding through the city rising in the morning to speak to you beneath the feet of the city click you disconnect from me click when you come to take your century telephone breath between us the will of the world is between us only theses wires dust between the wires and green glass in the distance I am your tourist