brush brush brush brush
movement as such and the ensuing hush
trust trust trust trust
movement as such ant he ensuing lust
brush brush brush brush
movement as such and the ensuing hush
lust lust lust lust
movement as such and the ensuing touch

(i can't breathe)

monochromatic flow for the indigo angels i painted
with a vast hand
half past the stroke of distraction
fraction
of a clenched fist misprinting friction
on a canvas famished;
the grandfather in my grandmother's kitchen
no longer
chims chim cheree by the hour
and hour by hour
charleston recedes to the sea
while the watercolors wave
unto thee

please let me go
please let me go
please let me go
please let me go (stupid drunk to do this take)

when the rum flows run i write best
used to rely on robitussin and rejection,
though all i wrote were nausea and obnoxious
sex seekers betwixt class and blessed self-dejection:
the rest is less than vested interesting.
locks on dorm doors. god bless the ones who
literally stayed the fuck out.
as a fallen sophomore i was diagnosed with h-one-n-one
and fell into bed with a young woman
who steeped me shit tea and honey
the year before when I was ill.
she made me the same tea a year later
to cope with indigestion and it still
tasted terrible. upon recovering
i ran to the woods where the drow drooped aplenty
and briefly courted a charlestonian chevalier of photography.
my collegiate career seems marked
by the court and french failures.
there were bad beers and a cock corset in saluda
plenty of pictures quite frankly I hope I'm never tagged in
until this album comes out and i…
stop painting

stop painting (indigo)
stop painting (angels) (salute you easels, prepare your palettes)
stop painting (for perhaps we can but paint ourselves...)
stop painting (stop painting)
(into the palimpsests of nostalgia we must delve...)
stop painting... (stop painting, no)...

claire you're incredibly interesting
you remind me of what i wanted charleston to be
the new bridge has pylons in the sky
and violinists play outside the old slave market
charles came to me when i returned from charleston
and i still keep the delsym nurse richard slipped me in henderson
it reminds me of a birthday present for a girl i met from charleston
i got stupid gin drunk with my cousin's husband in charleston
the beach by wild dunes smells like shit and nick mentioned
i wasn't living up to my potential
my parent's lived it up on their honeymoon at wild dunes
and when charles painted his room we used
the resort towel to soak up bossa nova
dripping like pylons from the sky
and claire i pray i don't paint you
to be anything like charleston
but dear i’m afraid i may paint you
to be everything like charleston

monochromatic flow for the indigo angels i painted with a vast hand half past the stroke of distraction fraction of a clenched fist misprinting friction on a canvas famished the grandfather in my grandmother's kitchen no longer chims chim cheree by the hour and hour by hour charleston recedes to the sea whilst the watercolors wave unto thee.