Bandolier

(10-5, .2, .45,3,5)

Jesper Norda has this song
titled


Lets go to a place infected with truth and resist with all our hearts


that i think i will like
when it rains
or my heart is broken
or possibly when i want to remember what it is like
for my heart to break
or for rain to slide along the curveofmyjackethood
or wave like a glowstick across the car window

and what of those other things,
to accomplish moods or weather patterns
I could collect, delicately, as I imagine
they
should
not touch

and when the opportunity strikes- which may be always
I will be prepared with my mood alchemy
emotion will be mine (and occasional weather pattern memories)

the sound of a fly
buzzing
the slow roll of the clouds across a field, shadows covering cars and cows
the sun winking on polished enamel
and little pools of rain

the turn of a chime on the wind
on the front porch of the
girl i knew who had a pool
i could sneak to
when skipping school
always running from car to door
as if a spy on a covert mission

and the smell of lunch boxes
reminds of of broken noses

and the feel of tongue depressors
sends chills through my teeth

and corks
well, they always just make me lust to see
a cork farm full of cork trees