Claudia La Rocco

For js You were laughing no you weren't she was she was she wasn't These aren't the right words The people are waiting on the platform and the decisions are being themselves as usual You could take this silver cord and wrap it around all of your ideas You could you could What is the way to make meaning You're less busy than the machine has time for I poured the world in for you All the sun on that block Or at least I wanted to: Everyone is leaving but this would be an arrival your torso is a drum people come through and then they die you see the obituary in passing as the man next to you folds the paper and all these people at all these parties that cannot be the answer but what Back above ground and it's the same sun different block same world different world Your friend is lying down with the thing he is carrying Everybody is somebody's family you think you forget the sun keeps going still you keep going the world rearranges itself just so False alarm you say and then you don't know what to say you wrap yourself in the future you wrap yourself in the past the woman gets in the taxi just in time Everybody is it's not an easy thing to understand False alarm you say and then you don't know what to say the sun keeps  going.