notes from a waking

the spinning globe sounds like a spanish song sung by connie francis
you went to knew york one time to find this out

she takes off her sleeves for five minutes of young
a fervor governed in hands and skin and half-empty beds
let it find a mood in the sound of water moving routes
the telling of all and sundry and giving in

words from the hundreds wake up sunday morning where you left off

what owns us will come to rush us on