an audience recording of The Feelies
somewhere in Germany
you hear air
distance
split
those kids singing in those accents
jangle like seltzer
bitter
broken disassociated split
at the back of your head like nostalgia
but not nostalgia, the gnaw cold
and the jitter, and the jangle
code deep
a face of vertigo
coming out, the other end of a
very long sentence that has
long ago abandoned recognizable
grammar, subjects and objects
cartwheel over each other
it was, at one time,
a happy reel, I suppose
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