Letting my freak flag fly on this one. All sound (but the vocals) is from the phonorgan (eight dollar flea market find). With fx.

to wheeze, not gentle

to not wheeze gentle
shuddering like hairs of a broken moon

and not patter like leafless winds

the melody of sprouting tongue
whispers like plaintive mud

or not whine gentle
the thirsty cough of a seagull
dry splashes of words reciting fountains

and not crack gentle
the watchful rustle
and wails like smog

words in a halo
my throat screeches halt
like you

my funeral

© rob walker