Paper hats fall back on the silhouette that they brought back. Ghosts of animals hang from bassinets, as not to let fermented boys and girls seek apologies. They’ll let it be.
I just want to settle down
So men can tie up presents like a disease. Will it be called strength, or just anxiety? “Can you come back?” they still beg to their son. A woman collects clippings from magazines.
I am the seething soul that must admit it’s quiet yet. The lines I stole still have not earned regard, maybe it’s known, the flesh I’ve worn is still the closest thing to what I mean.
Unassimilated, I
Am sure they’ll try to forgive the best part of me, but traitors cry too, maybe while separating bills from blankets, as midwives watch from the floor sewing capes for whoever knocks on their door.
Bleeding into my life. Don’t you want to enjoy the time that you are free? I know I would if I was you, but I am glad I don’t have the blood on my hands.
One of Seattle's most interesting bands, Versing evolve their indie rock sound in more spaced out, laconic directions on this new release. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 24, 2023