my only thing is that usually
my problems are located above me
a kind of elevation that makes it's own
indescribable all the crickets they own
but barely. I often feel the heat of them
on the bent of my neck like a small box.
like a colorless get gel that everyone has
on their table.
no one remembers what they ever used it for
the sky is full of problems and one day I am going to die with them.
head back, looking up, wishing I could join them.
that's the only thing. like it just really kills me.
from It Doesn't Breathe Anymore
released March 3, 2015
lyrics: kindly donated by Karsten Kelsey. Featured in his collection of poems entitled..." SKY"
kyle smith: guitar/howling
eddie chapman: guitar/howling
adam heil: howling
aimee tenuta: howling
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