Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Preteen Zenith - Rubble guts and BB eye

Good Record Recordings

My only weapon-
a tongue that turns in water
somersault through time

Really far out man,
you on some kind of spaceship?
or is it just drugs?

Play the recorder,
not just manipulation.
You lie to yourself

Perfect new goosebumps
tuck me under more layers
fuzzy warm and pleased

A spook in the air
the landscape looks so bizarre
lullaby playground

The infinite loop
a melodic symphony
nightmares turn to smiles

At the crest... true peace
and then a rapid decent
Crash! And you are whole

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