pound break ounces, left,
in the middle of the
groundbreaking goal of the red
spilling splashes of make up
so fake and trying to leave painstaking results,
in the mud, sinking blood
in time to be heard by that
absurd, in ties to be hurt by hats
thrown into, rings left by the door
without asking another
for permission to pour
a single tear drawn on
the carpet, painted,
muse on a hue so blue
so loose
in time, for perks, to be done
insert, a stupid pun, just to be sure
it is having fun fun fun fun
run your life on a treadmill
seek disguise to get more milk
put your eyes on the beatnik
see the pie, cake, and try to nick it
we need to look for a truce
find a deal perfectly spruced up
to lap up the judgemental
master, of collossal disaster
sign the paper now
sign the paper now
sign the paper now
sign the damn paper now
sign the paper now
just sign it
sign it
sign the damn, paper,
Culled from unreleased recordings from her recent "Light Sleep" and "Voice Hardcore" releases, Hiromi Moritani's latest showcases the softer, less harrowing side of Phew’s sound Bandcamp Album of the Day Sep 2, 2020