Chris Bathgate
serpentine
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A long stone and my day's all serpentine
The tired tarnish in my chest rests sense of SARS
And one dull dawn where they hum that splits its length
Does my name sting your tongue? Now does it beg?
Your thin frame has set my eyes to fray
On our dim stretch of this street, how it aches
For every grey and sad and taut to coil
And our frail eyes and there watch to finally talk
One brash phrase cut crush these fragile days
My thoughts swirl in some shrill sad cannonade
And one such spur that caused my throat to creak
The one dull dawn that I've since sensed to repeat
- Album:
- Old Factory EP
- A Detailed Account Of Three Dreams
- Miscellaneous
- Salt Year
- Old Factory
- Throatsleep
- Auld Lang Syne
- Serpentine (Radio Edit)
- Serpentine
- A Cork Tale Wake
- Paste mPlayer #7
- Wait, Skeleton.
- Poor Eliza
- The Asheville Squints
- No Silver
- Silence Is For Suckers
- Folk Music for the End of the World
- Now Hear This! February 2008
- Ioda SXSW Opening Day Bash Sampler 2008
- SXSW 2008 Showcasing Artists