and always the wild cheers
and always the new flushes of neo-bubbles the golden
spritz the extravaganza the flow the flush again the flush the witch

if only the dark brew the clear foam of necks scaled and breaks-evens
if only four miles without eye's sighs and brown leaves of life crumpled under gloved feet the feast blaming jupiter for everything

so the plain thigh calls out dedramatise me lip my inner skin
so turnover your glass nose stiff mouth bloodshot shin it’s partaking
at one to five in the morning should bed’s seconds allow it

so i am wondering do you ever think of me
if only in shifted night vision wine-blurred mind drifting
and always a little bit melodramatically nostalgically charged, lovely