Close my laptop, grab my shoes
walk to the corner shop to grab a few
of my favorite sins
Cigarillos and gum and the chips with the
honey mustard luster
Yum
He asks if I’m over twenty-one
I say yeah
And would I like a bag
I say thank you but nah
Asks if I am enjoying the weather
I say yeah
The record heatwave still fresh on our memories
We part ways and take our masks off
I kick a pinecone on the sidewalk
When I get home, I can tell that my dog had been crying
But now she’s ecstatic, jumping up and down like
the circus is in town
My highs are low
My lows are high
Knees good
My eyes are dry
Gaze follows the southern window light
View’s new since the tree blew down that night
I wouldn't say it’s better now, but it’s something
like a glitch in the matrix
Perhapsy’s latest—which is also available on translucent cyan vinyl—draws from shoegaze & dreampop, and tells a wrenching true story. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2018