Swish Swish

Swells of a language strange
fluctuate like a dude on a sick wave; the stage
splinters like a ribcage, inhaling
your sighs. Of the unforgiving children, the yellow,
the flies in balcony solitude, this opera tells us
nothing, but under the growing music
it sweeps your dusty hair

swish
swish

You are turning upside-down, you are floating,
you are dancing under a chandelier tree. It grows
out of the ears of men and
out of the cold shiver of night; it moves along, swimming into
your mind, erasing
your mind.

swish
swish

like a plastic bag on pavement past
rain-soaked cardboard, like the soft turn
of the page, it makes that awful sound

swish
swish

like jogging suits and sand
paper, it scratches along

swish
swish

like scrubbing rugs and doing
drugs, it burns

swish
swish

like broken clocks and rolling
springs, it turns

swish
swish

and turns

swish
swish