Magic City Wholesale - Waxahatchee

Crowd stale

Wholesale

We’re on the porch and there’s a keg and you are quiet

Wind shifts

I drift to autumn

I tell Dom what I see

She laughs at me

Blast beats

We retreat

And it’s a lonely street

The burden of circumvention

But fractions like us

Fill cities and flats and cul-de-sacs

So we yell over it and have a laugh

And it’s a laughable scenario

Peripheral motion picture show

And I feel your eyes

And I stayed inside

But it wouldn’t work

So I soak up your vice

Tonight’s a blur

We meet

You scare me

See, I have met people from Maine and Athens, Georgia and Montreal

And I’m dead

Lips red

Licking sugar

I smile at everyone

Formulated fun