remorse code from Accompanyments 2 by Big Kitty

Remorse Code
fool Strength
mayor of a ghost town
goes down
stairs at a phone booth
colored wires exposed and
as quiet as
not quite enough
sand to merit the moniker mouse, I mean mass
he counts one grain at a time
an eventuality remaining virtual
uncaptured fractured in a sculpture garden
with dogs off-leash
moving like cloud formations in preparations
for announcements of high winds and chances of rain
upon closer inspection his eyelids peeled
like hard-boiled eggs at the big ends where the air bubble is
eyeballs fixed on her independence day
who are you talking about, Spider-Friends,
I’m looking at you Wim Hof!
mayor said, I knew I felt your terrible ice on me,
harvesting my data
staring at the receiver
worms coming out of the holes
holes meant for voices
other holes meant for coins
voices carrying silver platters of words
like mustachioed waiters
can we get some mustard and water?
ghosts howling in the night

shine, scatter
dark matter
nothing matters
perhaps you should just leave this place behind
and go where?
oh just change your mind
go chase love and live your life
strutting through Cincinnati with a switchblade knife
let me tell you something
this is an old place abandoned long ago
some say it was aliens some say it was owls
I think they’re both right
just listen
just shout about

• Folk
• cantautor
• pop
• psychedelic
• theater
• Toulouse