Air Base as Special Song [1]
1. The Portugal - United States relationship starts so far in the past—a flood in
years for America—the rain likely wet the wigs of the men that day full of powder.
2. The supposed line is a song, a love song sailing a voice through centuries
sharing an ocean, light on the water and tide-trained. You can dance to the beat
on a ship.
7. Play us a party anthem for how sick this bass is, how stained the rug resurfacing
all that was thrown up in anger.
8. The kick of the snare of the airfield enveloped in spill, shatter of ear drums from
enough ferocious engines to carry houses and livestock into the sky: such is this
song of iron and road mapped to a form.
11. Now a solo, now a heavy croon, a true belt of force. Let blow out the body that
holds us, we are just sand in the wind.
16. It’s the spin of the record you watch.
Note
[1] Homophonic translation of excerpts from the 42nd Portugal-U.S.
Standing Bilateral Commission report