When Leon Spinx Moved into Town

Made a machine by describing the landscape
A child made out of a song about money
Our sex became a boxer who moved in next door retired
A separate man we thought we knew
Joked about him feared a little bit nodded hello
Admired from a distance
Like when Leon Spinx moved into town

My leg falls asleep and becomes a telephone call
Whispered on the black stairs
The cord disappears behind the kitchen door
Breathing in the pauses seeing how long
We can go without saying anything