or, Words We Learned from a French Philosopher Come Back to Haunt Us in Real Life
Lights blear in the awnings
ornamented lawns from every angle yawning;
sickly neon flowers,
perennially blooming hyperreal intrusions.
Past selves litter the hallway,
linger in the stairway, chase us from the driveway.
Things we called forgotten,
disappointing habits disinterred & rotten,
optimistic progress we thought we'd made but wrongly.
from Twelve Nights,
released January 30, 2013
Harrison Lemke - guitar, vocals, drum sampling & programming, wind chimes, radio