Paroles
Figured I won't
even need to know,
lapsed like your backbone.
Thing is I don't
feel at home
with all the hormones.
What was bone
is silicone -
trapped in a telephone,
it was sewn
to your anklebone
ink-capped to show you'd ‘grown’.
Gotta find your number,
in an almanac,
gotta find out if you're without somebody.
Got a line of lovers in a zodiac,
I'll find you on my way to someone.
Didn’t I grow
in that honeycomb?
Did laps in a narrow boat.
Didn't I go
in a hurry, no?
Let slats of your marrow show.
Nearby moans
in baritone,
lost to a shallow drone.
Nearly blows,
a bloody nose,
you were marshmallows.
Our binary form, our other one,
our other ocean floor.
I finally saw the final form,
I know I'm waiting for…
The final form isn’t enough.
EDWARD JAMIE TULLETT, JEMIMA SOPHIE COULTER
Royalty Network, Sentric Music