The flashes of the explosions are close enough
to touch if you wanted to burn your fingers
on the sky, and the glare rocks our shadows back
against the brick, as if chaos snapped
our pictures in the dark.
photo / 美撒郭
writing / BILL ZAVATSKY
Tag: trip-hop
SangLien | A Little Darkness (featuring Dale Randolph)
We settle by the edge of the water. Her twenty-four karat hair gleams as the wind sways, trying to grasp a handful of it for himself.
Uma E. Fernqvist | For U
To be elevated to you
DJ DanceAlone | Take me with you
I touched your arm and the flesh fell away
and my hands were no longer empty
Takykardia | Navigate
And what is the name for the movement we make when
we wake, swiping hand or claw or wing across our face, like trying
to remember a path or a river we’ve only visited in our dreams
Dubstract | Ultimate minute
pain surpassing itself becomes Exotic
Bellchild |Embrace
Wear red
lipstick and always leave it behind
ShiShi | Looking for Yourself
eyes tired from having seen the unchanging earth
Beta Lyrae | Caustic
You’re only made of moonlight.
Aldo Calrissian | Clarity
It’s a long way to the underworld.