man-sized cat nursing milk at the bar
purrs to himself with his ears down flat
large black eyes see through your scars
old heads bowed down over beers and rye
tears well in smokey eyes
take a stool in the back, near the cat by the wall
your fathers name spoken by the man tending bar
as he takes coin from the cat’s weathered paw
just water, not milk
i’d like to rest, reflect, revive
remember things lost for a while
“this milk expired way back in june
makes for a drink that tastes vile”
whispered in my ear
“my watch is in the shadows”
that sour breath
those watery eyes
he bears his teeth and says
“My watch is in the shadows
the voids within the walls and
in the minds of strangers and
in the minds of passers-by — we share eyes
the voids within the walls — the shadows
in the minds of passers-by — we share eyes”
total brain melter! Krallice decides to take their music in a slightly different direction, introducing extremely chaotic and technical riffs amidst super complicated drum patterns. heavy Behold the Arctopus vibes from this one. n. charlene excelsia