2021-08-26

low vs. yo la tengo

You can read a secret text in the light of transparent skin. Church bells mark the passing of a dead planet. I stare at my hands on a quiet morning of sun and wind. Wait for my sister to arrive in a grey halo. This blue sky, it tastes so clean. Ghost of an Air Force pilot and testimonials of transmedium craft. The coffee is hot and black in an early morning 7-Eleven. Whispers between the bright wrappers. The avenues will ring.