Monday, 11 April 2016

The Shadow Cranes

As you drop your eyes on rexy chic get the pose right and come on pilgrim here lies all that is mortal
On the grey scale my paradise didn't get exotic layer after layer exposed you can't year zero transgression

Streaked with vivid cartography through time like asphalt scrapes a dry kiss on we have history

Broken glass diamonds in suburbia as blunt stars tap the sides of fizzy pop I'll call that distant sound the future

And everywhere felt indoors but we made it to cruise night and got away with hiding our age in vodka

In daylight the pattern needs changes or eye make-up for now and town looks like an off-duty barmaid