Two birds collide in midair
Who can you tell?
Who would believe what you have seen?
“Oh no, no, they’re just feathers in the street”
Small hollow bones and other baggage
Disrupt the rhythm of simple tasks
Idle thoughts in traffic:
“How long until I admit defeat?”
Rose-colored bills
Are the least of all my worries
Sit still. Self-soothe. Sedated.
Black firework display in my head
Born again in a hospital gown
Evangelical, but not devout
Prescribed controlled burn:
Pill to mouth
Lucid dream on a hostile bench
Bent nail to blood-filled sock again
Somehow pushing the hook further in
Is how you get it out
Lilac petals drip through the screen
Lost pieces of glass catch the light like rings
Heavy scarves made from feathered flesh
Use this albatross ‘till there’s nothing but bones left
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024