aimusic.one

Such simple seasons go by unaffected
Regarding the wrinkles on a discarded peach
As we buzz like nothing in our wax paper wrappings
In the inner lit window unable to see

More than our faces that flicker like rain-lit
Neon street stories that run out in vain
Late-night cars tossing puddles to window-bound watchers
Smelling rich coffee on my waitresses' name

Bemoan how I handle this orchid of flesh
Too fat and too nude where we wallow in lust
Fingering life and then buried too quick
As the world carries on with the fall maple rush
[whistled tune]

Do memories give to their prisoners life
In October a hand that rests on red knees
As I gobble down pancakes watching the lot
Where silence is weeping off old maple trees

Do memories give to their prisoners life
In October a hand that rests on red knees
As I gobble down pancakes watching the lot
Where silence is weeping off old maple trees


Bemoan how I handle this orchid of flesh
Too fat and too nude where we wallow in lust
Fingering life and then buried too quick
As the world carries on with the fall maple rush
[whistled tune]

Do memories give to their prisoners life
In October a hand that rests on red knees
As I gobble down pancakes watching the lot
Where silence is weeping off old maple trees

Do memories give to their prisoners life
In October a hand that rests on red knees
As I gobble down pancakes watching the lot
Where silence is weeping off old maple trees