Silver Date

No, I don't, I tell her tongue. I tell her, still I drink it all. Now my head's so silver numb. I guess, she's crystal clear. . 'Cause she's all a blur.

Rotting On The Vine

dear son,. you're supper's almost done.. we're boxin' up for one- be on the run.. you'll find. this happens all the time.. just wash it down with lies, and drive..

Red Elbows

My head's a spider web of daydreams-whistles while it weaves,. Too many fantasies,. My arms are two legs of a table folded patiently,. Perched up so I can see..

Glitter & Glue

I've never seen your glitter shine so see through as right here. I've been between myself on me and you. Is it good enough for a run?. Is it good enough for the fun?.

All The New Poisons