Remember Me In Iceland...
I can see the rainbow reflected in your glassy eyes. It’s quite lovely. A shame that you can’t enjoy the sight as well.
I’ll take a picture. It’ll last longer.
-Peter
Bitter-sweethearts played back in stereo,
falling in and out of love at this loud volume.
shake.SHAKE.SHAKING IT.
to the heavy-metal thunder beat
sucked down through a curious girl’s
vacuum eyes
of smoke and lightning grey.
They’re clouding up her glass-light barrier,
pouring that 100-times-done-before melody
down and out on the street corner
begging for a proper penny,
six pence none the richer, at least.
Rocking crew-cut, platinum-plated love accords
through that mad hatter’s tambourine.
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