I'll run till my wallet falls out.
I lost a switch blade running across a field one time.
My ghost?
A bad spelling of my wording till the date that I go bad by.
The half baby pour that wells up in my navel
reminds me of children coughing from coma's
up wing tips a tophat or both.
Their loosed teeth on their mind,
tuning blood in the mouth
of eighth-grade picture takers.
While knowing too well that their
plaster-cast childhood hand prints
already been hung out to dust
on the yellowing wall of their go-going gone
grandparents house.
1 | Mercury Craze |
2 | F.K.O. |
3 | The Long Vein Of The Law |
4 | Midas Gutz |
5 | I Heart L.A. |
6 | The Crow |
7 | Nomanisisland |
8 | Return Of The Vein |
9 | Eneby Kurs |
10 | Sinking Pinks |