"gaslight node"
(by Chiba Mamoru and Furuhata Motoki of Obelisk)
my body feels like shit
most bodies do at one-thirty a.m. with only three hours of sleep the night before
even my bones are weary
never really knew what that meant till now
gaslight node
emit the synthetic fake glow
give me enough illumination so i can pick out the soft ground for my feet to tread on
my path is lighted by your existence
my hair is a mess
didn't have time to doll it up
shouldn't've even gotten up to go out and disgrace myself in public
even though i don't give a shit about the public
but i approach the gaslight
see you through the glass sitting inside
your hair isn't fixed hey it's almost 2 a.m. and it looks tousled and aw-how-cute
just like the manly boy and boyish man you are
then i realize my equally messed up hair
must be just as attractive to you
public disgrace is nothing if you think it's cute
and hey it's almost 2 a.m.
gaslight node
spotlights your fucked up sexy hair
it's a big load of corny but truth works that way sometimes:
my being is justified by your existence
you see me as i enter and you flash that grin
the 2-a.m. tired-but ecstatic-to-see-you grin
who can resist from returning that smile
the wrenching-orgasmic-pain smile of love/bonding too deep
i sit down across from you in the booth
sip the tea you ordered already for me
i reach to clasp your hand in mine, and for you to clasp mine in yours
reassurance is phoenix-revived, reaffirmation born
i stare at you my other half
into your awesome awesome superlative eyes
rejoicing in you my complement
50% of my soul in a separate body
gaslight node
we sit under the cobalt neon glow
warming each other's hand and heart
we are our existence