writing poems with our wrists. a better language, this is it. speaking tongues birthed in the mud they danced in. we dance on, young lions, we skeletons.
strapped a charge to my center beam. release, release! tore my building to the ground. i had my way -- dust, debris. long due drive from arrested heart by way of 95. i found a ripple, a voice. found my foggy mountain top. found everything.
telling empty rooms all the things i can't tell you. all the nameless words that you don't want to hear. but they don't mean much: war poems to seize the calm that keeps the worm out. and they keep it out just fine.
howl, moan, convinced that i am not alone for a moment. howl, moan, soul sitting on a nameless throne, humming psalms to the gemini moon. from this lonely peak. this foggy mountain top.
it's not as good as you but it'll do.
credits
from Three Months EP,
released October 1, 2013
guitar: derryk recchia
bass, vocal: bill shaner
drum: nick monica
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