On the Air.
Would you build a radio for me? Sticks and copper wires; a tin foil pole. From you, dear, this is all I ask. I am awake with broadcasts trying to speak but stuttering; awash with a sea of static a spastic buzzing, low frequency drones the hiss of electrical discharge. Wrap your heart in aluminum foil until you hear these words as music; move your arms, if it will increase the chance of reception. Strain to listen to the broadcasts behind these clumsy words which make up so much noise. For I am making songs for you inside myself, and I am whispering despite the fading christian hymns and news reports from stockholm; I whisper: "I love you, I love you, I love you"; drowned out by broken pop songs; "I love you, I love you, I love you." La la la, la la la dee dee. These are the nature of the waves I send; invisible, invisible, invisible: Would you build a radio for me? Sticks and copper wires; a tin foil pole. From you, dear, this is all I ask. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
