Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

nothing will be
forgiven
nothing will be
forgiven

you
never saw it coming
you
never saw

nothing will be
forgiven
nothing will be
will be

you
never saw her coming
never saw
her

nothing
will be
forgiven
nothing will be

nothing will be
you
never will be
forgiven

nothing
will be
you
never

understand this
never
you will never be
nothing

ever
again
never
before

never
before
ever
again

dawg,

for some reason this piece inspired a memorie in me
or perhaps it was a reverie, it's hard to tell the difference these days

the reverie was about those model airplanes I used to buy as a kid
the ones made of balsa wood, 10 cents and you had to assemble them yourself

and of course the really fancy ones had propellors and rubber-band engines

they probably don't make them anymore replaced by something
shiny and plastic and full of lead from China

this poem reminded me of those airplanes because of the loop de loops
when you assembled the balsa planes with the wing slid too far to the front
or too far to the back, the plane would just fly in loops. That's what this poem does.

Don't get me wrong, I loved my balsa wood airplanes