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"Love Theme" from Stalker
I see ghosts in every rosebud
in every mature theme
in every deep web glimpse
What happens is everyone else gets some
What happens is fair to everyone else but me
Itโs coming into focus like a new piece of spearmint:
โBaby, it's high time for a downerโ
In the glowing ash of Chernobyl1
they found a male praying mantis, blue.
Hard as cement
and headless.
And that is both deep and not deep.
Iโve been attacked in every vernacular
the shades donโt seem to work.
The soviet train keeps coming, rambling
through the night. Populated by ghost
spheres of non-meaning. Like a sepia
lens of sound.
(Do they2 have use for numbers?)
By now the '80โs have been pillaged. All my soft pink
memories, stated so plainly in the construction
house. I keep going back there and the words
keep changing.
She married a military man. I feel
certain that he drinks.
And like the childbeast in
Eraserhead,
I engage in hysterics. Remember me,
Philadelphia, when your corners are clean.
Remember me (see: Henry Purcellฮฉ),
and walk me to the door.
1A name I've come to associate with cough syrup.
2The builders of The Zone.
3Repeated as though dying