Ladder Laden from Skeleton Blush by World Sanguine Report

Mud caked pool
My heart shaped bore
Goodbye my sweet red rose charm
Off to another water hole she’s gone
Fertile bomb multiplied by
Tears, sparks, ripped shirts, ink and wine
Bored of us both she climbs
A vespine pupa

Once at the top
There’s a barrel of muck
To throw down below
All sides sniper
In flushed private
In kind
A fly on fly
Proboscis and bile
Framed wreaths, fireplace, silver cards and bloodied linen sheets
Bored of bore’s load, we climb

No cracks, no creaks nor fading
The gall, the gall and the gore
No cracking, no creaking, no fading
Of the dose with it’s slub and lure
We’re just heat to a stone

Violet blooms spiral round our breast

Cool, cool winds
Thin threads
Up here

Violet blooms spiral round our breast

Cool, cool winds
Thin threads
Up here

Violet blooms turn slow without want

Expectations

Violet blooms turn slow without want
Of what we are

• Alternative
• Avant Rock
• Experimental
• Rock
• jazz
• songwriter
• London