"My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/
Freedom Pole"

"I reared digital moonlight/
You read its clock, scrawled neon
across that black/
Kismetly … ubiquitously crest
fallen/
Thrown down to strafe your
foothills/
…I’ll suck the bones pretty.

Your nature perforated the abrasive
organ pumps/
Spray painted everything known to
man/
Stream rushed through and all out
into/
Something Whilst the crackling
stare down sun snuck/
Through our windows boarded up/
He hit your flint face and it
sparked.

And I bellowed and you parked/
We reached Marfa/
One honest day up on this freedom
pole/
Devils not done digging/
He’s speaking in tongues all along
the pan handle/
And this pining erosion is getting
dust in/

My eyes/
And I’m drunk on your morsels/
And so I look down the line/
Your every twitch hand drum
salute/
Salutes mine."

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?