Getting The Done Job - The Books

Ear to the ground

I sift through piles of fallen letters

Copying keys, roll down my sleeves

A part of the hanging garden of the city

Downtown the sounds of single people

Doing nothing

Nose to the wall

I follow paths of tiny fissures

Falling trapeze, the Japanese

Are watching the garden growing on an island

Surround the mound and run your fingers

Through the filings

Nose to the wall

I follow paths of tiny fissures

Falling trapeze, the Japanese

Are watching the garden growing on an island

Surround the mound and run your fingers

Through the filings

Ear to the ground

I sift through piles of fallen letters

Copying keys, roll down my sleeves

A part of the hanging garden of the city

Downtown the sounds of single people

Doing nothing