Corn has ears and can float / by Reckon

I am looking for everyone discovering her hands and camera

that said they inhabit you - fossils - because you exist and blood floods the banks called boa

and might like to swallow your entire body of land and water - oooh, I do seem to see it and I’m going very fast

then slower - I know you your accent is on me / your teletype -

You must feel, after all, this affordable new scene - best modern turn-on better than cash - it’s not what you might think, kitten - it’s not the usual stuff and listen: it happens and you should too…everywhere the works promise fuel for the flame in the heart car nation

salvation / spiral tape loop

here her radiates somehow once ignored

branching mingled tongue

and groove sawtooth

and groove sawtooth

to perfect circle

always looking for clues

in the last lines of handwritten notes

pretty toenails bellies and trees dancing

feeling more free so

don’t stop sampling music

cause words show off music with ease

embrace the american turntable

on the jazz

rise happy teeth