Budzice

There’s a distant reversed echo of Walking On Sunshine covered by Tracy Chapman (slowed down eight hundred percent)

I smell red, and a collar, and what I first thought was leather

But it’s just linted cotton

And a mullet in nice boots with a nice, big golden dog

It made sense, then it didn’t, then it was missed

Then it wasn’t

Then it made sense, then it didn’t, then it faded, and haunted

Before being hated

Unfairly perhaps but them’s the wraps

And dream of new shoes tapping heel and toe on sun rays

And a misplaced scarf, webcams, and mix tapes

A poorly placed crucifix

With white lace and black lengths, wrapped shoes, and neatly paired legs there

No matter how shoulders bare I’m happier here

– Scott Sandwich

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