sharing smoke
in the stair up off the hot car lot
sun shine hard on the video spot
hmmmmmm
sure as any living dream
its not all then what it seems
and the whole thing’s hauled away
a womb, an empty robe, enough, you’re rolling up, you’re holding it, you’re fabric now
paramind
paramind
hallucinating claire
nor the snow shoe light or the autumns
threw the meaning out the door / now could you be a friend
there’s no meaning anymore / come and kiss me here again
a womb, an empty robe, enough, you’re rolling up, you’re holding out, you’re bent prize
canonize
canonize
motor up and yeah, you’re own
and yeah you’re on your own
(marijuana has you talkin’…)
fold the map, mend the gap
n i tow the word companion
and i make my self escape
oh the multitude of other
it comes always off the page
i hold the note you wrote and know you’ve buried all your alimony bu*terflies
sub find
some night