Poems from Anarec
As the bass resides in the background
You glance back at me with questioning eyes
You were once found
But now you're lost and thin as ice...
Late at night when the wind is blowing
She sees the curtains flowing at the end of your room
Maybe it broadcasts more than the slowing...
When the dawn is coming soon
And my mind is a gone balloon
I don't remember the Indian summer
But I sit there doing a you
Two and two...
Deriving from a single articulation
Are the eyes that close slightly
In the supposition that there is a cation
Sprouts the intuition of...