Eliad Fridman Green - Packs of Two and Three |
Packs of Two and Three
Eliad Fridman Green They lay down on a foggy beach and try to pass the time A frame so vacant, they can't tell if they still think it's fine The walls are closing down back home, there's no where left to run I leave our pictures on the wall, believe that we're not done. I left the seasonless beach to join the pier of obsessions The burned down structure that has fallen (like the winds in my home town) The vigorous anonymity keeps pulling me towards it's centre Follow me along the seashore, one of these days we'll both be free. They come in packs of two and three and lean on one another They throw their trash along the beach and lie to cover after They dig black holes and build up poles as high as vapour clouds And when the tide comes in they run back home to try and understand each other. |