Michael Earl Craig - Ways of Dealing lyrics

Something came to mind this morning: a pudding esplanade. I laid on the couch, closed my eyes, and saw it as an advertisement. Later, manning the vacant horseshoe supply shop I can't help but think of horseshoes. Thoughts of famous Dutch hermits who might've been frauds; various memories in cardboard; someone's greasy thumbprints on my Whopper; the vet's cologne a week later on the dog's collar. I close my eyes again… she comes into my office. She has a beautiful wooden ear. I have heard about it. Brush the hair from my eyes, I have let a bowlcut get out of hand. Idea for Sigourney Weaver tombstone: “You saw my panties in Alien.” Back on the couch, my face in the cushions, where I see myself handling money, cautiously— opening each bill and smoothing it flat in the palm of my hand. The bills smell like sharkskin, shake like monster celebrity b**bs. You can't leave it to me to describe your world.