Set List Poem 12/03/2015

Spark a dance in the body shower, crematorium,
stays panic and leaving of lungs,
boys clamber into their invisible
silhouettes of old men who forget music sets
time in their unfolding
roses that die too quick, give them light,
tear the clocks from the walls, leave whole minutes,
return the ashes to a place they are understood.
Train fire to know when to leave a building alone.
Houdini was about freedom as much as he was escape.
Magnet me into place, into always smiling, into never falling.
Heart, give me a punch bag to take elsewhere out on.
Love the shatter and crumble of what we built.

This poem is written using the set list words as the first word per line.

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