On top of the twilight
the ambush deserts us
enclosing the bitter grace of nostalgia
that comes when we're looking the other day
nibbling on the reduced baskets full and then empty
but when the gorgeous stalin figures
disdain they're in atrophy
and know what it means
well there's always another excuse isn't there...
a jolt to the named remembrance of atone deaf mind.
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
On top of the twilight
the ambush deserts us
enclosing the bitter grace of nostalgia
that comes when we're looking the other day
nibbling on the reduced baskets full and then empty
but when the gorgeous stalin figures
disdain they're in atrophy
and know what it means
well there's always another excuse isn't there...
a jolt to the named remembrance of atone deaf mind.