Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


Seemingly Fragile

Leave the ocean’s roar in the turquoise shell
Leave the widower in his private hell
Leave the liberty in that broken bell today
— Bright Eyes, I Must Belong Somewhere

by Sam?

Little soldier, little insect, you know war it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine or happily in the dark
Where kindness is a card game or a bent-up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain, with a bullet and
— Bright Eyes, No One Would Riot For Less