They Will Sew the Blue Sail

song | Soham Patel

In the slang and the slur

The call-me-tomorrow

You call me a name—

I haven’t heard it

Since the wars started

Hollow your voice

Holler in the shower

Fingers train pressing

Strings trigger blood

Lips whiskey licked

Lipstick traces glimmer

Dead epigones in sling

Your ears ring since no

One can get in the way

Of countdowns to quiet

And the lights come on

Dust rises into inhales

Repeats rise into song