American Goldfinch from Quentin by Fun At Camp

my summer was disrupted by a flicker near the curb
color of mud, broken by blood, skinny legs engulfed in dirt
Mentor winter seemed to teach me how to keep myself in verse
toeing the line, nickel and dime, never seemed to end up hurt

in a eulogy the day will come when i will write again

dispersal force that plagues my mind explain to me one time
wearing your crown upside down you begin to see a light
the finches that you're breeding, no they'll never outshine mine
because i've got a love that clings to me like a goldfinch in the night

through storms that shake my muddy palms its blood to which i'm clinging
evolved a heaven from the earth that keeps my mouth from ringing
so flood the fields and drown my eyes and set the bees to stinging
though flesh is lost and bones may break my goldfinch goes on singing

• Alternative
• bedroom
• garage
• indie
• lofi
• Atlanta