The curious fire is a shiny toy That feeds on flocks of the orphaned noise That spirals into you You'd like some peace but you'd love some war You'd like some talk but you'd love some more Subtracted...
You blood-thirsty number slaves Little death upon your face You the faceless aching cave You the horn that screams your name Loud noises falling down You Once and future child You the restless overfed...
It's raining weather balloons And we're ooh-ing and ah-ing in zeroes and ones up until Morning mourns the afternoon Like a puncture repair kit so perfect it's never been used Mirror mirror Whisper all...
Between melting and freezing Instead of instead The silent yes: a sharpened pen Kiss like a mosquito Whisper my friend The silent yes: a sharpened pen It's not you It's natural selection Ask me in...
Just a child Stuffed with rage that can't be treat Rage so blind Blind like sound, the sound of speak A passer-by Take that dad and now you're 'it' Now the fright Tiny hands and silent feet Just a...
Wrap me, silence, in your second skin And tell me where you've been Wrap me, silence, in your second skin And wash me in the wind In Morse code, skipping stones are writing poems for you In Morse...
And like the two said to the three How can you talk like this to me Hey decorate my falling down Scatter your memories all around The fire that's raining from below Now you're a moment that's been...
Time once curdled murders much like snow Falls on the fire that you grow The soft machine that screams in bloodshot smoke Dreams of dreaming at your toes Yesterday is dead It's all erased Except for...