Chime & Thunder
it’s the year you’re reincarnated in Kim Deal’s voice
the makeup on your eyes is sunburst
our days a bratty buzz bin of melancholy
of crop top cannonball of pixies in the air
the double denim sky hangs sticky at the fair.
It’s the year you’re reincarnated in Kim Deal’s voice
da ah da da da like colourpop, like strawberry sandpaper
picked with Dunlop of chime & thunder at the fair.
We wait for the last splash but it never whatever.
We’re analogue kids passing through digital rain
glasstron at Metreon, vodka in Tupperware
cuckoo with the reggae bong dancing in our underwear.
You were all nerve all wave marshal stack
now I wait in the car, scavenge decades like perfect disasters.
It’s the year you’re reincarnated in Kim Deal’s voice
& I’m still tinkering with the vocal effects
Horror Sleaze Trash 