we can find each other
using veins as maps
tributaries for our vexed bones
when our hopes collapse
can we find each other
in these small dark rooms?
screaming for new worlds
without lending hands
you'll know the feeling before
the final beat of your heart
the echo of a rhythm can fill
the void for only so long
and in this endless regress
we lock our fingers
scant bones for a new process
reclaim the joyous
all we've lost
all we have to gain
new poems on our lips
shatter old refrains
build to break
using our coarse throats
lift this song on high
to strike new blows
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024