if they come to us
i will refer to you
you weren’t meant to become
the man I made you into
when we met
we were vacated
stately
but I am not regretful
of the good tired legs
in the green morning
today went fully black
for a few seconds
i think
of the delicate thin blue
lines have never had
the same meaning curves do
lines never have
the same meaning curves do
do your sitting on the tile floor
the stirring settles
weed doesn’t do that
what did I eat today?
bruise almost yellow
you’re the one
who ruined me
i compare everyone
to illusion of your memory
while mutual acquaintance
still share stories
i fear I’ve changed you for the worse
in lieu of halved grapefruit and pages
now straining the eyes
that I trust to know love
when I’m near it
too much of a selfish heart
minced the feeling
if I had experience under moonlight
i’d have long since forgotten him
when you arrived
but I had none
i had none
and I wandered to see
what I could do…
Post-Worthless, Annique Monet makes solo LP of magical, psychedelic pop songs that drift in and out of consciousness. Bandcamp New & Notable May 22, 2015