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 moevd 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
1 | Funeral Singers |
2 | The Eye You Lost In The Crusades |
3 | Frosted Tips |
4 | Sunday Noises |
5 | Better Angels |
6 | Wade In The Water |
7 | Krill |
8 | Black Metal Valentine |
9 | Our Kitten Sees Ghosts |
10 | Pastry Sharp |