Sub Pop Sampler

Leaving little to be desired
Peering through Vaseline
Believing you can
Is often enough

Stacking smaller bricks
Matching up
With larger piles
Of larger stones

Somber emotions
Reflecting on each other
Bouncing around inside
The cavity that is chest

Stacking
Really shapely rocks
Rounded by their chemistry
Perhaps something buried underneath

When objects push against
Cut into
Flesh but not really
Leaving indentation, marks

Adding to the natural light
All we can do
When sun is not enough
Yellow stands out well

Deep pockets
Of moment
That never happened
But maybe once did

Body calling out
The systems reacting
In unison and separately
To sound and image

So many lids
Breathing in the summer
Or nearly summer
Expelling a sigh

Making connections
When required
Or out of thin air
This and that
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6.03.09