The Music With No Lyrics Yet
the tall red shadow waits on me
a con artist behind a porcelain desk
please feed the dark cat with musk up your sleeve
orange in the spotlight
spare a lighter, sweets
got terminated for bodily mutilation
omeprazole parole i'll sleep up sitting
a dyatlov pass pass pass it off
it's a diet, love, fast fast fast it off
i've seen your camcorder with the nudes and strings
la mirada, arcana, belts and things
go home and get off to it
but don't make it too obvious
let him in or so help me god
like spinning the wheel but it never stops
white noise, static, and blood clot trees
cause everything is kitsch if nobody's pleased
Copyright © Ashlea Senft | Year Posted 2019
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