You are strong, strong, strong
Stronger than me
With a heart much more, much more lovely
And I reached high
High as I was able
Such a small kid
At the big kid table
And you followed me
Into the forest
Positioned and ready
Ready for a kiss.
But I never gave you nothing.
Not even to hold.
Or wear around your neck, or rest upon your collar bone
But I’ve got reasons; I have been excused
I want to reconvene; I want to tell the truth
It is not as though
I do not know it hurts me
It’s just I drink only that which makes me thirsty
We are after all
Locomotives
Cannot recall, reclaim, pretend we did not do it
An earthy yet somewhat chilly record about life, death, and reconnection, the latest from LOMA experiments with a turn towards the gloomy. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024