Indie

All these other issues, deny her earthly needs, makes me reach for tissues, they hang like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, as if she's in a peloton, standing by the fixtures, you say just let it be, love’s to teach my sister, not particularly elegant, her frugal solidarity, breaks any monetary sustance, a manifest delicious, she serves its plain creed, the men kept at distance, salty tears seem relevant , her eyes gaze out to sea, a sole ring of psychophants, lie scattered at her feet.