White Whales from Distraction Portraiture by Sold Kingdom

Some nights the faces on my walls look stranger
The empty arms of my hanging clothes
Fragments of jingles and vintage earworms
Congeal into eerie static

(The Ladybug Picnic’s inside a hotel called Yorba at Paradise City)

I read there’s these folks who are chasing down a song
A song that sounds like so many others
But it shows up in none of the usual places
So a myth insinuates itself

I read there’s these folks who are chasing down a place
With humming fluorescents and yellow walls
And ghosts of retail furniture stalls
Divorced from any coordinates
So a myth insinuates itself

Everything insufferable I’ve ever done
Was for trying to make tall tales true
Pin down everything escaping
Be the only woman who could turn his head
Or hers

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