Waterhole from Young Satin by aplegate

under my skin
screaming up the walls

my childhood friend
drowning at the waterhole

and i can’t lie
but i’d love to tell you more
about my poetry

and while you cry
i’ll read to you aloud
my latest fantasy

mm

under my bed
squeezing out for all of ours

got to my head
just another ball for us

and try you might
but i’ll never get to see you
when you’re there

and i revise
that i’d only keep in touch
if i was dead

and so i’ll do it all for show
and turn my legs into stone
and gravity is flawed (oh no)
i’ll set my sights to the moon
and know that i can be there soon

• Experimental
• Pop
• Rock
• lo-fi
• psychedelic pop
• Castlemaine