Statuesque Mess - Attic Abasement

We are built of photographic trash

Bent all the wires back

Bare eternity

Living on TV

I understand the pain

You can’t explain

I’m in the line for mine

I can’t stand the wind

And it begins

We are always cancelling out

Decades apart

The way the cemetery trees

Feed off the bodies

Galloping on the dimes

Creeping mirage

Small talk between the wars

Enter a photograph

Suffocate through

When I see you stumbling out

I give you a shout

Bury the pony

Heavy metal sheets

I understand the pain

You can’t explain

I’m in the line for mine