things

in the quagmire of tiny metal boxes
I suffer gearshock
cochlea ear shatters
waiting for surgical remedies
I stutter across the years
lusting after you
my princess of sound
do you remember when
when we used to drown our sorrows
those were supposed to be
our pleasant tomorrows
i used to listen to the crickets
and walk
i'd walk from out within the shadows
stringing along
the tempestuousness of it all
knowing that i'd arrive
tangled up in it all
this cage of cables and tethered
meaningless nothings
just out of earshot
you say
i say i love you
my princess
the sound of it is it's meaning
oh i love the pretty noises
you say
what ever happened to those
things
things
that's all they were
i have lots of them now
muting me from you
how long has it been
since i heard a soft
night of walking in the
quiet city street
deep in the soft machine