Mar 28, 2014
shake me down I swear all the golden idols I wear will just fall to the ground. like the old womans fingers that stretch from the trees to the sky there’s a pallet of chalk in these eyes jade, sister, sister carry me through, a choir of corpses singing green screen blues, pillars for black smoke and fountain of youth and a choir of corpses singing green screen blues I can hear banshees slamming on church bells and brick lipped silent despair. every cricket is causing tinnitus breathing rage through our dead air.
Jade, Sister by Lahontan Cutthroat.