DNA is reaching out to your Frequency...
So beats the final coda
of a vinyl
storm
one
more cherry cola to lift
up her DEAD
arms
a dream of soft focus sunsets filters thru the
din
we are losing contact as she dials it in
she can hear glass calling or is it someone that looks like
him?
she eyes TV reflection and nods
a knowing look
she says it doesn’t matter she never liked her looks
I have seen a thousand fractures
I have seen everything
Cause knowing is it’s own answer
Love something in a book
There’s not much left to ponder Not
much left to cook
As she counted the spiders as
they crawled up inside her
As she counted the spiders as
they crawled up inside her