last night's patterns
Merlot And Other Elevations
13 (thirteen) percent of how you act
watching people pass by, analyzing shoes
so tell me, where have you been lately (?)
universally broken down into molecules
been carving through this cellblock vent
singing blues style the whole way through
memorizing the scent of shallow water green
it takes so little for life to undo (itself)
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i ponder satellite invention
enter: cyber-electronics, but then
it’s only the force of lightening gathered
friction creating more friction (and so on)
inside our tupperware snow globes, encased
in duct tape to prevent chemical invasions
watching people pass by, always looking down
averting the polarity of daily ascensions
i would indeed compare you to Shakespeare
when he was having a go at sincerity
now and again i find myself wandering
from my mind to western seas
from my mind to western seas
you know, i watch the atmosphere blanketing
you think: “how endless the misinformation.”
and we acquiesce, from eras to centuries
languid and hopeful for the grey elation
the grey elation
the grey creation
the names got mixed along the way
one-worded responses and high jacking glares
your face in the shadows again
my hands are searching, your back to the wall
13 (thirteen) percent of how you act
watching people pass by, analyzing shoes
so tell me, where have you been lately (?)
universally broken down into molecules
been carving through this cellblock vent
singing blues style the whole way through
memorizing the scent of shallow water green
it takes so little for life to undo (itself)
---
i ponder satellite invention
enter: cyber-electronics, but then
it’s only the force of lightening gathered
friction creating more friction (and so on)
inside our tupperware snow globes, encased
in duct tape to prevent chemical invasions
watching people pass by, always looking down
averting the polarity of daily ascensions
i would indeed compare you to Shakespeare
when he was having a go at sincerity
now and again i find myself wandering
from my mind to western seas
from my mind to western seas
you know, i watch the atmosphere blanketing
you think: “how endless the misinformation.”
and we acquiesce, from eras to centuries
languid and hopeful for the grey elation
the grey elation
the grey creation
the names got mixed along the way
one-worded responses and high jacking glares
your face in the shadows again
my hands are searching, your back to the wall