The Wanderer
Kid A
curves betray you
strip your insides
to a darker place
a lurgee of stars
and ripened fruit
fat swallowed tongue
tills the gardens.
haunt me
stalk my winters
and burst up-----
bloom over bone fragment
it's all I can stomach
to cut them down
with the unpure rain
strip your insides
to a darker place
a lurgee of stars
and ripened fruit
fat swallowed tongue
tills the gardens.
haunt me
stalk my winters
and burst up-----
bloom over bone fragment
it's all I can stomach
to cut them down
with the unpure rain