There's that same old
sun hung up in the sky
my my how
time goes by
he can only just
catch sight of
his dead wife's smile
as the earth treks
around that same old
star
the exact timbre
of her
voice
lost to him now
as galaxies revolve
the days torn away
from the fabric of time
the 1963
gas station calendar
with a bikini'd girl
smiling in Kodachrome
the dates
in bright red
telling it how
it is
63 days to be
exact
since she fell
off the edge of the earth
into the infinity
of death.
The dawn
inches up the lawn
like some wounded
creature.
Cartoon music
form a too loud
television
in another room.
He calls her name"
"June...June...June!"
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
There's that same old
sun hung up in the sky
my my how
time goes by
he can only just
catch sight of
his dead wife's smile
as the earth treks
around that same old
star
the exact timbre
of her
voice
lost to him now
as galaxies revolve
the days torn away
from the fabric of time
the 1963
gas station calendar
with a bikini'd girl
smiling in Kodachrome
the dates
in bright red
telling it how
it is
63 days to be
exact
since she fell
off the edge of the earth
into the infinity
of death.
The dawn
inches up the lawn
like some wounded
creature.
Cartoon music
form a too loud
television
in another room.
He calls her name"
"June...June...June!"
https://soundcloud.com/ma56/tearing-time-apart-by-donall-dempsey
