When I turn it is all anew.
Egret legs (I count) and swallows, too.
I seldom cross the bridge at the turn.
I prefer the stormdrain outlet.
You find me as you can.
There's a ridgeline -- foggy fingers draping over.
There's a coolness on my neck.
It's what I seek.
I can see now -- because of everything.
Every day now
more or less
I strike out there.
With a bottle and a question and my best friend.
I will marvel at the changes in the season.
Always novel, always welcome on my skin.
You find me as you can.
There's a ridgeline -- foggy fingers draping over.
There's a coolness on my neck.
It's what I seek.
I can see now -- because of everything.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020