Comments about Areanwen McBride
With your hard feet.
You go, go through your overtone.
But with your drumming, your hissing
You don't know what you're missing.
The street sleeps
While your mind steeps.
Colonies through pit holes.
Ride your vehicles through Socrates' scroll
And maybe you'll make some sense in it all.
With your heat beats
Through your hard feet.
Maybe you'll find that it's all
Out of time,
Draining through fingernails, the sweetness of
Sip it safe and take it all in
It's only the gloss on invisible sin.
Staining porcelien through ...