We're Out of Time, A Cento*
She got up from the kitchen table.
Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio.
Something has gone wrong.
And I don't know how much longer I can take it.
This flower is scorched.
This film is on, a maddening loop.
The world is collapsing, around our ears.
But I can't hear it.
40,000 stars in the evening,
Look at them fall from the sky.
My mind is racing.
Blackbirds backwards forwards and fall and hold hold.
It seems a shame you waste your time for me.
But what about me?
It seems so silly.
I skipped the part about love.
Oh no, I've said too much.
I set it up.
There's no time to cry.
Throw your love around,
love me,
love me.
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*This poem is composed of two lines from each of the tracks on REM's Out of Time Album (1991), except for Endgame (an instrumental track).
The songs are: Belong, Near Wild Heaven, Country Feedback, Radio Song, Texarkana, Low, Me In Honey, Half A World Away, Losing My Religion, Shiny Happy People.
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