Frederick from Dads by Mayhem Lettuce

The boy with no father brushes the past off the purple sombrero and hangs it on the wall next to the orange face his grandfather carved out of the trunk of a palm tree.

He thinks that he can mold himself a new past, and maybe he will, but not yet. So he keeps on hanging things on his wall.

And sometimes, when the children come to visit, they ask if they can play with the boy's purple sombrero and always, when the children come to visit, he tells them the story of how he found it in a dumpster and brought it home to hang on his wall.

In the evenings, when the sun snuggles up in the moon's dark blankets and the world leaves great poets and lovers to their arts, the boy often gathers his thoughts, and his pens, and his notebooks and falls asleep among tear-stained blank pages.

• Alternative
• Novelty
• Spoken Word
• dark pop
• indie
• poetry
• spoken word
• weird
• Port Byron