PBS

by tsunami
—1997—


words for once
they just get in the way

and all my logic
it’s a convinient mistake

your hand on your knee
just two feet from me
i sink in my sea
riding the ache

fall down again
can you feel it rush in?
like a cold terrible wind
through the window it blows
that i never quite close
on a night when you chose
to crawl back in