I don't know, I fee the seasons.
Give me my tax returns
always on reason.
Waiting for August to turn on
after February is get the hell gon'
yeah.
Can you feel everything
beginning to thaw and
can you feel everything
beginning to paw and
yeah.
Girls in their tight suits.
Boys in their tight suits.
Glances out the window.
Peddle metal head out the window.
and
chin out like I'm lickin air
sweaty betty billy
chin out like I'm eatin air
dog out like I'm really
yeah
asking for a cherry stop light
one foot on the brake
can you get a ride like
only time to make right
yeah.
aye babe, you got a lighter.
aye babe, you need shades
aye dude you got something to drink
gonna run up for a minute
yeah.
can I brorrow you for a'blink
noon light goes green
can I borrow you for minit, ching?
If you're going to look don't look mean
yeah.
Everybody walks. Everybody talks.
yeah.
Lets go fish. River fish.
Yeah.
Allegheny moss. Like a motherfucker boss.
Yeah!
Fuck the game. Fuck the hoes.
Let's roll, let's roll, let's roll let's rolls!
yeah.
original works of parts
The Death Express
If there's one thing I have learned
from my extended family
is that death comes in many flavors;
to invite them is to invite disaster.
I know no one in Pittsburgh.
This is to say
that I know no one who I may know of
who may know someone in Pennsylvania.
from my extended family
is that death comes in many flavors;
to invite them is to invite disaster.
I know no one in Pittsburgh.
This is to say
that I know no one who I may know of
who may know someone in Pennsylvania.
Filler
Can I just let go for a minute?
Okay, here go:
Silence please.
Swear to godifihearonemotherfuckerwneazeimafalldowntomykneesandneedakleenextocleanuphowipleaze. ..... ............... ......... ....gimme the beat gimme the beat gimme the beat ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....yes hosssssss... yes hoesssss....... boomboomvoo
Let us cut you off there.
Okay, here go:
Silence please.
Swear to godifihearonemotherfuckerwneazeimafalldowntomykneesandneedakleenextocleanuphowipleaze. ..... ............... ......... ....gimme the beat gimme the beat gimme the beat ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh....yes hosssssss... yes hoesssss....... boomboomvoo
Let us cut you off there.
Shotglass Garden
Choking light out. They're killing each other.
Faster as the nights fly. They're killing each other!
Locked jacket sleeves knotted together
before an afternoon swim.
Locked sand, gravel, and aggregate
atop convulsing limbs.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears. Glass down.
I cannot work on my peace garden
if I cannot find my shears. Glass down!
I CANTWORKONMYPEACEGARDENif-
-oh.
There they are.
Cool rim of glass to lips,
ice cube kissed in
to play with my tongue.
Cooing a song to the afternoon sun.
Gold and copper veins aglow.
"being with you, being with you, being with you."
Faster as the nights fly. They're killing each other!
Locked jacket sleeves knotted together
before an afternoon swim.
Locked sand, gravel, and aggregate
atop convulsing limbs.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears.
I can't work on my peace garden
if I can't find my shears. Glass down.
I cannot work on my peace garden
if I cannot find my shears. Glass down!
I CANTWORKONMYPEACEGARDENif-
-oh.
There they are.
Cool rim of glass to lips,
ice cube kissed in
to play with my tongue.
Cooing a song to the afternoon sun.
Gold and copper veins aglow.
"being with you, being with you, being with you."
Moonrise Over Blacktop
My two horse town.
My main street.
My high noon.
Telephone trees trumpeting my arrival.
My lady in waiting, sideview folded in
curtsy.
Bow.
Play her song,
keys winking in sunlight,
like beads on a roller
turned to tines of metal touching.
Waxing crescent
in the clear blue eyes.
Jealous Mars
waiting for a spotlight dance that falls on the cutting floor
crossing blacktop to hold the afternoon in the mouth
close enough
to feel her heart beat against
the red wind chimes of my flesh.
Blow wind autumn hussing at spring.
Turn my chin up stiff and wrecked and mighty
to lock eyes with his body, before I do.
My main street.
My high noon.
Telephone trees trumpeting my arrival.
My lady in waiting, sideview folded in
curtsy.
Bow.
Play her song,
keys winking in sunlight,
like beads on a roller
turned to tines of metal touching.
Waxing crescent
in the clear blue eyes.
Jealous Mars
waiting for a spotlight dance that falls on the cutting floor
crossing blacktop to hold the afternoon in the mouth
close enough
to feel her heart beat against
the red wind chimes of my flesh.
Blow wind autumn hussing at spring.
Turn my chin up stiff and wrecked and mighty
to lock eyes with his body, before I do.
I Can See
I can see no reason
to bleed like a fool.
Wringing your voicemail
like a stone in your boot.
Late night terrors fade,
grass kissed by a spade
pushed apart by our heel.
to bleed like a fool.
Wringing your voicemail
like a stone in your boot.
Late night terrors fade,
grass kissed by a spade
pushed apart by our heel.
The Picture of Bill Phil Will
I am in love. Molly girlfriend. I'll beat her.
I'll surpass her. I will bury her for you.
Sheets. On sheets. Over. I will bury her.
I will make you press your heel against the spade
that digs the last clod
that rains over her grave. And I will take
the handle from your hand
to tip down and pat it firm
to be sure, should zombies walk,
she'll have a difficult time
through packed dirt.
Can I call you Phillip?
Tall, dark, and handsome, man.
Tall, dark, and suspiciously easy, man.
What's your game?
What's your game!
What is your game.
Blush moon.
Wreck in common.
I know tin goes for about five and a half cents a pound
these days. Have you scuba? Do not drown.
Let us go down
with lead weighted vests. It will be a laugh
to talk with sign language, Will.
Rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders.
Good morning Bill, is it Phil now?
"Take this, it will help you sleep."
Peal. Take this. I get that sometimes, but
"trust me." DFMOQXDI
Sunrisen should be a color. The color of your lips
when you go
on and on about the way the mailman keeps leaving
your outgoing mail instead of sending it off
to destinations necessary. Hours knot
into moth wing's beats
at the edge
of the embers in my belly.
I'll surpass her. I will bury her for you.
Sheets. On sheets. Over. I will bury her.
I will make you press your heel against the spade
that digs the last clod
that rains over her grave. And I will take
the handle from your hand
to tip down and pat it firm
to be sure, should zombies walk,
she'll have a difficult time
through packed dirt.
Can I call you Phillip?
Tall, dark, and handsome, man.
Tall, dark, and suspiciously easy, man.
What's your game?
What's your game!
What is your game.
Blush moon.
Wreck in common.
I know tin goes for about five and a half cents a pound
these days. Have you scuba? Do not drown.
Let us go down
with lead weighted vests. It will be a laugh
to talk with sign language, Will.
Rubbing shoulders and rubbing shoulders.
Good morning Bill, is it Phil now?
"Take this, it will help you sleep."
Peal. Take this. I get that sometimes, but
"trust me." DFMOQXDI
Sunrisen should be a color. The color of your lips
when you go
on and on about the way the mailman keeps leaving
your outgoing mail instead of sending it off
to destinations necessary. Hours knot
into moth wing's beats
at the edge
of the embers in my belly.
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