Gouache wash-off, digitally enhanced. 12 second .mp4 video. 1-of-1

Kennedy killed the fruitless flies of an unborn nation,

lifting boulders high above the wings of broken hopes.

Slitting the wrists tied in binds bound tightly by words of deceit,

only to find time has left us all paralyzed.

Unfreeze the fleas, pestilence needs resurgence,

unleash the leaks, my levy is broken dreams.

Screams of love, hate, torn emotions and everything between,

to make sense, it would have to have context,

lost like the words on the tip of my tongue, I’m sure you’ll find them later.