Playground.
The mud stains denimand we slipped upon the slidesteel seemed so innocent those days a stain now marks where the swings used to standwhere a man once stood there stands
The Feast of Thick and Thin
So I’ve got these things that eat me up insideI’ve got these things that chewI lied when I said that all of this helpsthe words just concrete all the lies
Coal Boulder.
Coal Boulderred hot & blackburning none too cleanly Coal Boulderroll on backcrushed a new Life todayand no he won’t look back I wasstanding simpleI wasstanding proudI was hand in handI
Twitch
finding clear water isn’t too easyin city streets determined to be harshfinger tips reach out in half-desirethey retract in disappointment with guitar strings brokenand skins worn down to the boneI
TORCH
stick to your skinand hold on tightand tell me we’ll make it homealright tonightthat firelight it could’ve been ussome nights I wish it were stick to your teethyour guns and
March 30th, 2021. I told me so.
I’m watching vaccine availability. I’ve got the FOMO. I hate the term “Fauci ouchie” but would Love to get in line for one and just realized that because I’m technically
Spine
Some days I wish I smoked for imagefor release of this stress some days I wish I drank got drunkrelieve this stress somedays I wish I could lose myself in
the CAZOO.
I always knew that California would die screamingI always knew that California – she would fightI always dreamed that our captors – they’d die slowlyOh my Sweet Bai Yun –
Up In Arms.
Camouflage and lying schemasmisdirect the fiendson the veranda They formed up in the Living roomchromatophores flashing codes andpropaganda Mischief begets malicegrowing thumbs upon the enslaved miceharvest digits while they drilland
I’ll Make You Sorry You Said It.
I’ll make you sorry you said itwipe the pride off your stunted face I’ll make you sorry you said itwipe the grin off your stupid face I’ll make you sorry