Property from Carve by Kathryn Mohr

Again again the very second I leave
A knife coming up from the ground
Clinging rung to rung up this ladder chasing
A pinpoint of light from above

All the tricks are fated never chosen
Dead birds scatter in a dream
In the crawlspace of the heart a carved place
I can never find a reason

In Needles driving up to Barstow
Every second a pill bleeds
Obsolete and blistering
Wooden houses walk on twig legs
Carnival of evils
Sitting in a dog cage

Again again its folded up for more
Car bottomed out on a rocky road
While their asleep ill be carving out a hole
Sick of strings the surface of survival

A long drive ahead and nothing better to forget
Cut up and cuddled up and leaking
Metal towers get up start a-walking
Crows carry slivers of feeling

With every second I waste hunting for feeling
In the filter of the highway
In the bottom of the lake
Crack a can of covered eyes
And little doors a-creaking
Pain where the bone broke
When the pressure drops the ceiling

Again again the very second I leave
A knife coming up from the ground
Clinging rung to rung up this ladder chasing
A pinpoint of light from above

• Experimental
• experimental folk
• experimental pop
• lo-fi
• pop
• California