Whip your head back & the same motion
Watch it coil
The fire you count on’s wading marshes these days
Watch yourself like a horse they’ve named wild
As foxes bloat up eastern expressway shoulders
Aloe breaks an arm
Escapes a friend who really knew her
Another murder should still disturb you
Delivered like clubhouse music to a white supremacy
Loneliness like this one cannot last
Cut the engine
I plan around my mood on paper
Every word is on paper
Prove the spirit from the page
And you get this sound
(like this:)
Who on earth thanks the man that sold them?
You've got a snake in each hand
She’s only a week away, by feet