Marschfield from Scene 7 by bazel

Marschfield

Roofs already con-cave.
Grapes are long, rotten and dried,
shriveled from their vines.

A tail flits,
through the long grass of the
backyard,
the sewer sings:
“You’ll never find the sea they used to get away,
overgrown are the waves.”

(((This is more than absence,
This is more than nobody’s home.
COMATOSE PLUNDER,
See the shapes, but no one comes to the door.)))

Beyond the apple trees,
a yellow swing set, covered with insects
suckling for their lives.
Dream that bloom.
Savor frail flutter and die,
die by noon.

now you are not so small as you were there.
now you are not so small at all.

(((This is more than absence,
This is more than nobody’s home.
COMATOSE PLUNDER,
See the shapes, but no one comes to the door.)))

• Electronic
• dark pop
• darkelectronics
• wave
• witch pop
• witchgaze
• Prague