Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About Something, I Suppose

There’s a town in France,
Called Bismuth,
Where all the children’s
Eyes
Are periscopes.

They drape their forearms
Over their ears
And search the horizon for signs
Of trouble.

1 Comment

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    September 22, 2016 at 10:38 am

    Add some ‘space>drums’ to back it, and that would sound good in a podcast.

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