under antenna towering you ground up shamrocks sprinkling eulogies goodbye to let go and no one was watching but lightning bugs massing were flashing so flagrantly little and yellow like diamonds dancing around enchanting under the evergreens on fluttering faery wings there was a funeral drum made from silver aluminum that beat dead parts of your heart till fingers wet from wiping salt watery eyes lit your candles and closed up the curtains later you let trailer trash leave black bruises sobering fat and two whole weeks under wraps were warded with questions nobody asks till blood was boiling in globes of crystal clouds under feathered comforters where your dead brown eyes drowned
Holy smokes. That was intense. And I'm listening to Modest Mouse and this just goes along ever so perfectly. Subtle hints of something tragic, bittersweet and warm. Lovely.
