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,