I am Ether
and it's hard luck these days
with nobody making you famous
There is a lead cloud pregnant
with memories worse than burns
raining like errant artillery
I have to bite with my best teeth
to rewind pleasure and fossilize
painful reputations
You put murderers tattoos on my
social membrane by a diseased loop
Obviously I run like a rabbit and
backflip and rip in half the sky
Anonymity boils
Jarry shoots his ephemeral pistol
outside the theatre at fictional
Paris of your half dream
these ghosts circle your nerves
bleeding christmas sugar
gasping kerosene charisma
atop the peak of repute
May 2, 2012
May 2, 2012 at 8:10 PM UTC
I am Ether
and it's hard luck these days
with nobody making you famous
There is a lead cloud pregnant
with memories worse than burns
raining like errant artillery
I have to bite with my best teeth
to rewind pleasure and fossilize
painful reputations
You put murderers tattoos on my
social membrane by a diseased loop
Obviously I run like a rabbit and
backflip and rip in half the sky
Anonymity boils
Jarry shoots his ephemeral pistol
outside the theatre at fictional
Paris of your half dream
these ghosts circle your nerves
bleeding christmas sugar
gasping kerosene charisma
atop the peak of repute
