[ Featuring Jemima Coulter, Lowswimmer ]
Where'd you go?
So I know...
Decided I'm leaving,
Somersault,
I'll dissolve,
There's no way of knowing.
...oh, and I finally caught a coma,
Oh and my irony forged an omen.
Couldn't hear your name,
Couldn't steer on my own;
You had
Barely aged,
Let it domino,
In the evening,
Had I said I'd postpone?
Sever all your limbs,
Follow head over toes.
Years ago,
I coined the portmanteau,
I tore the words you sewed,
Thought that I would shape it,
It's all in the cadence,
Hard enough to say at all.
Further in a deeper haze,
Oh I couldn't steer on my own,
Hardly had an even say,
Had I even said I'd postpone?
Sister I know
Harder than most,
When you're bitter to the 'aura',
She never spoke,
The better of a woman,
She was the colour of smoke,
Go farther in the furrow, called it off,
She was held in a choke,
And the corners of the atlas
Seared, white as a tone,
A murmur at the lighter
Sounds of naphtha,
Burned harder than most.
