In my featherless, sagging, saffron wings, i dance my Phoenician, waterlogged, orchestrated and forty foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against
new mexico and down there is corpus you can find my mother and me wrapped up in a warm scotch on the rocks the numbing ice of each others eyes looking
I know that lizards like jelly, because i have fed wild geckos on the roof of my hut in the seychelles islands. she was called the morning lizard, and
She come around here about midnight She come around here about midnight Make me feel so good Every night about midnight Come around Make me feel alright
In the dominion of pillars of faith her nest toppled by the march winds she set out through the forest on a cloudy day the dower sky whining over tea
breathe in we breathe out he breathes out and sigh alive again the unexpected discovery of a b-side of life a map of voices a warning to others who
had no where to go. The other guy said he didn't care. I'd find somewhere. Jesus, she'll end up back at ivans. So the other room mate, he got in a hippy
Outside the great divide the dogs racked up about wild hangers the fleshy neighborhood is still the city the wire bled into chairs the chairs eaten by
breath in we breath out he breaths out and sigh alive again the unexpected discovery of a b-side of life (a map of voices) a warning to others who
Hey mama, what's that there? And what's that doing there? Hey mama, hey mama, hey look at that over there! And what's that doing there? And where're they
