in the morning there are bikers
theyre riding over bridges
they knock me off
in the morning i plunge into cold water
its november and its dark out
the kids don’t spend their time in this park anymore
like they did when it was warmer
i did when i was warmer as well
it’s getting late and I’ve got classes
early in the morning
i still can’t sleep
i belong in deserts or maybe the forest
or just in isolation
this year is shaping up like every other
time passes right by me
i don’t write poems in buses at all
i don’t write much in notebooks anymore
i haven’t felt much of anything at all
Bouncy, jangly power pop with a slash of acidic shadow, as the very best twee always has. From Boston, they met at band camp (not Bandcamp). Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 2, 2019