the tears damaged my pickups
in a lonely room across some evening void
was jamming good, then stolen by the moment
which trapped me in a swarm of flies
mementos! mementos! it's plain mania in the air!
escape turned futile; everything had led to this:
it bled
and then the tears damaged my pickups
leaving winding lines and stains
on a body of shiny pale and blue
this wood carried on for thousands of rains
but was destined to soak one more
with the hairs as always tense and agitated
that hesitate in a whirl of ebbs and flows
and as the fingers took the rhythm of a moody coda
the tears damaged my pickups
salt left on metal; canals burning on the cheeks
invite a storm that never comes
while crooked hands over the cradle,
morphing in a frenetic dance,
defy the electrochemistry of reason
ablaze! ablaze! ablaze! the circuits've fallen!
as the tears have damaged my pickups
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was jamming good, then stolen by the moment
which trapped me in a swarm of flies
mementos! mementos! it's plain mania in the air!
escape turned futile; everything had led to this:
it bled
and then the tears damaged my pickups
leaving winding lines and stains
on a body of shiny pale and blue
this wood carried on for thousands of rains
but was destined to soak one more
with the hairs as always tense and agitated
that hesitate in a whirl of ebbs and flows
and as the fingers took the rhythm of a moody coda
the tears damaged my pickups
salt left on metal; canals burning on the cheeks
invite a storm that never comes
while crooked hands over the cradle,
morphing in a frenetic dance,
defy the electrochemistry of reason
ablaze! ablaze! ablaze! the circuits've fallen!
as the tears have damaged my pickups
2022