Linger on, linger on...
I'm sad on the road
Who is "I", who is playing somersault with old bones ?
The road itself is sad, long narrow and rewinding road,
Broken backbones, overdosed Disneylands
The road itself takes care of all these guardian angels in a row,
Healing infinite mailing lists of lost loves
Linger on, linger on...
I am playing the game of electronic literature
They can throw my heart in a bin
I've got an IP address, it's overcrowded with ghosts
When you're talking to a baby, can you wake it up in the night
Just to say you love him ?
Just to say you love her ?
Linger on, linger on...
I'm full of joy on the road
The road itself is my cradle,will you woo me as I die ?
Will you at last give me a hug, as the hangman ties the rope up ?
And send me a present of eternal wisdom as a necklace ?
Linger on, linger on...
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