little poem composed at 1:30 in the morning after a deepening obsession with Peter Hayes of the Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

I am a chalk outline of my own body
and I'm trying to fit the moonlit night inside.


(Not sure exactly what this has to do with their music but it's the way the videos are making me feel - see:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hso2CC1ozPs

esp the way he looks at 0:43 - omg)