Al had the guile and the sideways smile
Bad boy and
It’s crawling with idiot
I’m itching to leave
I’m soft with fatigue
All the fallen angels
Roostin’ in this place
Count back the weeks
Flying dream 143
I stretched out my arms
And my feet left
Lost in a lullaby
Side of the road
Melt in a
Grace under pressure
Cooling palm across my brow
Eyes of an
Don’t put this note by your face on the pillow
Don’t
Pull the final splinters
Of missing picture winters
You have to give
We blew the doors didn’t we?
Pissed in their champagne
And did
Stuff was started
Things had ends
Stuff regarding all my friends
Some were
Last of the men in hats hops off the coil
And