Steve Cassidy

What’s he building in there?
What the hell is he building
In there?
He has subscriptions to those
Magazines… He never
waves when he goes by
He’s hiding something from
the rest of us… He’s all
to himself… I think I know
why… 

Listening to Bjork’s Medulla, one track turns out to be a poem by e. e. cummings:

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be-
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands. 

-- e.e. cummings