all these notes and keys hit them right and hard notes and keys that sing music that's unending milks poured on brown skin and I love him for it that image, that sense of completeness and injustice radiator won't turn off miles and miles of highway, yellow and white lines run though visions like hazy streamers sweating, no money, must sleep skin's sticky and flaccid, bed's dented others have lied here, hitting keys hard and right to make them sing there's that field that's like cold milk poured over my skin gray rocks of Canada meeting rolling acres of the world's daisies and tufts of dandelion heads, her curves cool and a smirk that rolls and rolls horizons licked by rich creamy evening skies motions and notes that will never die here's the heat, droplets that parade through hairy legs and you've fallen asleep and the heat and this hate this distant loneliness and this ridiculous field and your body, all these keys and notes and not a song to sing a