Ridges fade softly, delicately into corners
A mystery, impenetrable
And still shedding light
People tell me you are a cheap take on a classic
But you’ve always been beautiful to me
A mess compressed into shirts
Backlit stories of softer times
Flowers folded out of metal
Switches on a baseline
I’ve always wanted to win
Burning dust, something sleeping
A mumbled insight
Think about that!
Soft notes butchered. Static.
Oatmeal burnt to the bottom of my favorite pan
Mothballs. Broken Glass.
Drunken laughter, tiny lights.
Percussion plays pots and pans
Vacuum cleaners that jam.
Paintings of shoes.
Leather purses click click click.