feeling the hot glue sticks
hit the floor like spilling paste in a crowded room
the way you're walking toward me
the leaves all left and laughed their way
to hell
All the ways to count my fingers
suddenly a salty stinger
bites in me the size of gigantic
must be something unfamiliar
got to be that beast in the sheets
ole' steady hand Kazinsky highway one-armed robbery
clunk'ity clunk chew off that old fat
from the blues
smile more than your lips would let you
smile all the way to the scars

07/20/2008

Posted on 07/21/2008
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