Seagull Dumpster

Crawiling through the air
as the accordion weeps
while the xilophone consoles the sea
This salt stained weaves of nostalgia
crumble against the faraway sound
of a trumpet's loneliness
And all the days
that passed away embrace rebirth
as if they've never tasted
this shade of life
And so they wonder what flavour
has the scene we've played.

Can they caress the sunset
with their frozen lies?
Or will the eager footsteps
of night come first?
Scubadiving with your seagull sin
towards the bottom
of this sunken chest.

Come and join my eyes
in this poor devil march
upon your naked looks and getaways
There goes the closure of all warmth
grab those crabs
and grip these eyelids

Sense the old smell
carved in this bassline,
flood your lungs with flute's stings.
False true lovers steal this grin.

So come, cry and join me in.