morning comes, with it the sun,
but I can't pick me up
from off this dirty ground.
cold but for the sick, sickly light of dawn
shimmery, shivering i wave my skinny arms around sigh at my cigarette
try not to think about it
pink and bright the light’s a knife said to slice the gray away but I can't feel it today
pale fingers on my neck honey-like hovering
or is it concentrated breath?
sigh at my cigarette
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
try not to think about it
Restless, agitated no wave for modern times built around razor-sharp guitar and roiling percussion from Jane Doe Ensemble. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 16, 2022