Kirsten Stewart is here to show you so-called…
Kirsten Stewart is here to show you so-called poets that you are doing it sooo wrong:
My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole (c) Kirsten Stewart
I reared digital moonlight
You read its clock, scrawled neon across that black
Kismetly ⦠ubiquitously crest fallen
Thrown down to strafe your foothills
â¦Iâll suck the bones pretty.
Your nature perforated the abrasive organ pumps
Spray painted everything known to man,
Stream rushed through and all out into
Something Whilst the crackling stare down sun snuck
Through our windows boarded up
He hit your flint face and it sparked.
And I bellowed and you parked
We reached Marfa.
One honest day up on this freedom pole
Devils not done digging
Heâs speaking in tongues all along the pan handle
And this pining erosion is getting dust in
My eyes
And Iâm drunk on your morsels
And so I look down the line
Your every twitch hand drum salute
Salutes mine â¦