"My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/
"I reared digital moonlight/
You read its clock, scrawled neon
across that black/
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest
Thrown down to strafe your
…I’ll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive
Spray painted everything known to
Stream rushed through and all out
Something Whilst the crackling
stare down sun snuck/
Through our windows boarded up/
He hit your flint face and it
And I bellowed and you parked/
We reached Marfa/
One honest day up on this freedom
Devils not done digging/
He’s speaking in tongues all along
the pan handle/
And this pining erosion is getting
And I’m drunk on your morsels/
And so I look down the line/
Your every twitch hand drum
more worthwhile than almost anything published by The Independent, at the least.
I think it's cool. it's messy because, like, so is life? I want to hear her recite it.
let's *ANALYSE* it.
have you ever noted the 'crackling' quality of the sun?
what kind of music would this sound good over?