There are many country songs floating around the event horizon this evening and I cannot capture a one of them as to get too close would pull my matter into a black hole and while I’ve never been inside one, I hear they’re pretty cramped. When my heart feels like it’s got a bit of the NIght Skewers in it, usually a good title for a song comes out of it; not tonight, tonight I think should I start inside of you, inside of me, and maybe finding out the quiet and sensitive night bridges were inflatable. Somewhere lyrics are coiled in your lips and if you can’t whistle them out I’d like to borrow them.
