Handling delicates;
sublime perennials.
Just steps. Grub yellow flowers for ground gowns. No green or purple or blue or yellow. Just yellow.
Writing songs in sample banks.
Deleting presets.
Having thoughts you’d’ve had, if only cowlicks paced themselves.
Sped up.
That’s what history’s for.
Drips on driveways already soaked. Stripped and cleaned: that’s what history’s for.
Up and down. Us and used. Us and up.
Napping in sunken burrows with sweet light falling down and done.
Innards.
Check.
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Glue Moon presents Pun Collins’ Circa 2061 on cassette. Grip here.