Released by us as a teaser for The Rightful Pivot, Summer 2014.
In the hallway she turned toward him,
what he called
the rightful pivot,
and it wasn’t in the lamplight’s newborn
rite of petition (Ok, yes, I fucked around),
or even the tears all over the rug
that forced acquittal.
He lied willingly, a lot,
which is the heart soaring,
If it was,
it would drop, beating woefully
in the temples of his head,
and by this singular force permit that nervous,
quivering motion grief
allows in the door of his mouth
to state its case,
without the harsh clauses
of redemption to weigh it
The peculiar sleeping patterns, and the beautiful,
that come seeping out of her
like the scent of dust from the bed.
He goes over them all, calibrating
names of cities, dates,
places-- the whole rotational flux
of images, true or not really,
and they’ll just lay still in the dark,
each of them—information, him, her-- knowing the other is awake,
itching for more.
released July 22, 2014
Simonelli: vocals, Ospovat: drums, Goldring: guitar, Thomson: guitar
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