Moon Song from Boy by Alex Pester

Moon Song

Girl’s blouse gasps through the green grass
Pilchards and trifle and stifled conversation
I left a letter
On a red mailbox
Wait for the wind to deliver it
See his face
He’s hungry for you
The clenched fist
Unfurled
And he folds to the floor
See his face
And tell him he’s strong
He’s a looking glass
I said I’d stay for a drink or two
Blur out the extras and start a few
There’s entertainment if you’re willing to bruise
Stick out your tongue for the doctor
I left the best of me with her red shoes
Then it turned out I was the problem child
Found my stoop and I sung my blues
Hid my head
Buried the child
And his father
See his face
He’s hungry for you
The clenched fist
Unfurled
And he folds to the floor
See his face
And tell him he’s pure
He’s a looking glass

• Experimental
• Folk
• art rock
• indie folk
• lo-fi
• psychedelic pop