watching horror films on vhs with gramma saturday nights

shame of the ocean is the fish that crawled on land evolved to destroy

stopped by a red light engine sputters memories he goes with what’s gone

whenever i roll in to town i see h… forbidden wires circuits exposed and on display electric sin against god with satan clouding my thoughts

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

two mountains hanker to reach across the valley always between them

clear skies are the feathers with which the lesser gods tickle their twats and dicks sunshine is the gleam of a puckered asshole

stuck out on a ledge with no stairs no ladder and no one to catch me

i would never get my bar back so i went back waiting outside the entrance for m… to stop myself

his wings are lazy buzzing around the same pond a fly scared to change

i looked to my right hoping to see a bass player keeping the low end tight behind me hoping to see someone

every drum in the world pales to the bang the crash the beat of her

my body is not a temple it is more like a corner bar in Wisconsin kneeling

I like to pretend in alternate uni… where everything is almost the sam… just different in a few spots under another sun the two of us worked

Once I was a psychopath who took quite a shine to his ax. Many times I’d leave a blood bath… but meticulously clean, and particularly keen,