they’re not feel ugly in my shirt
they’re still high from last night
they’re rote, they’re change the song
they’re bugspray in the grass
and the grass reflecting light
what are these jars of mine? what are these containers?
what are these bottles? what is kept atop the shelf:
they’re rot my teeth out
they’re distant screams and mean
they’re laughing hard at brunch
they’re heat smell glad and
theyre air conditioned sour
they’re only happens once
my wine beside my coat besides
whats kept behind these walls:
it is treetops up in greenfield
it is mushrooms in northampton
soaking in the folly all day long
they are drinking on the balcony
they are blinking downed in alkaline white
the truth is crusted open
like a battery tonight
William Ryan Fritch's enthralling, doomy new CD comes housed in a gorgeous, panoramic gatefold sleeve with bewitching original artwork. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2016