cabin fever: irritability, listlessness, and similar symptoms resulting from long confinement or isolation indoors during the winter
I was bored at work so Will (our IT guy, ex Marine) and I scrambled our names. I came up with "no ham, get quail" from my name.
I seriously couldn't think of a "qu" word
other than quail. Will's was "moon rain swill n.i.b."
I asked him if I could start calling him "Moon" for short.
He didn't resist. Jealous.
I also wrote some poems and listened to a fuck ton of Wye Oak. Winter songs!
Sadist
I wish I had a sheet big enough to block out the sun
Fucking quit calling me hun*
Same song seven times
Buried beneath piercing blue chimes
Boiling belly
Sugar sugar sugar sweet
Withhold your judgment
Cracked golden popcorn
Contaminated toxin
Handful of candy
Colors patch the clouds
Neon green and acid orange
Blood red rain rains drown
Blood red rain runs down
Hey, wait, deepest dark
Let us complain together
Light blinded bright eyes
Pick apart the pieces that persistently permeate
Forever
Final request, fatal foe
Don’t blow through many hoes
Filthy figment of my imagination
Please, stop
Stop, please
Word Games
fuzzy butter flys by
pass me the dish
full of winter star
rowe a boat and we'll begin again
this content is from Merge Records, perhaps one of the greatest record labels to ever exist on this sweet earth.
*post to come about this
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