Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
Simon Joyner
I lost track of where you went
With your tongue shaped like a scorpion
So every kiss [I’d] complement
Had the faint taste of poison
You make broken mirrors pirouette
Just to multiply your silhouette, [ ]
Silver shards gather at your feet
To glisten
A locust thorns, my lover rearranged
The color, the [skull] [just fade Champaign]
“Approach beauty, but not lay claim”
The chisel coaches the hammer
Well, fish climb the waterfall
A spider wraps a cicada in a ball
When she drinks summer’s voice, but it feels like fall
I wonder, I wonder
I wore out my hand-me-downs
Sprung from my share of browns
Lost fights I never found
[With] love, love, love, love, love
The setting sun crashed in the palm of my hand
It paints the sky, a Chinese [fan]
A field of sweet corn waves in confederation
This accident is its own reward
I wag my finger at the Lord
That tyrant with the tuning fork
Who tries to [sign] every creation
Without [ ] [she crossed], I tip my hat
I’m not above silly things like that
But I won’t track the dirty river for your body
What time won’t heal, the mind dissolves
The memories [aren’t] recalled [their] [ ]
Like breadcrumb-birds picking through a [mob]
To find me, to find me
I wore out my hand-me-downs
Sprung from my share of browns
Lost fights I never found
[With] love, love, love, love, love
So goodbye mama, goodbye friends
[Assign] my ashes to the winds
Sing a song that starts and ends
With love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, love, love, love