Sleepytime Trio

Lancing Organic

Sleepytime Trio


Not my doing 
Fooled again 
Self effacing 
Stood against 
Push right through 
Swing again 
Timed with force 
None left 
And this inane senseless-follow 
Part disdained sorted, 
Forgotten second 
To not a few things 
While I wait for your fall line 
It's an effort in circular hydration 
A masterpiece of necessary distance 
If you want my blood 
You got to look 
At the waves I bled through...
This inevitable hysterical rag attacks 
And you've been had