Amorous In Bauhaus Fashion

Her brow: pensive
Her knees: away
I stand beside her
But I look straight ahead
And dissolve
Before the night began Herring St.
A book from school kept me wandering
This may take a while
I might never see this through
They said that chapter four repeats itself
Along with three so far
. . .Where are you tonight?
It's crowded at the Sokol Club
And tonight will be the same
I want her walk, to scream her confidence above me
I try to hide my thoughts
I stare blankly through her face
This seems so senseless
She sees me breathing
My hands are crippled cla
This could have been different
I hear myself saying again