Snow keeps piling up and Killing   flowers. that hurts my head.   to crawl inside a spinefish.   to move its mouth. to bet and to   win. i miss my mother's arms and   the soda farm where i broke my   hand.i fit the wrong way in and   i'm liking it. but i wanted a kiss.   i fall in. it's automatic. i crawl.   this kid was selling powder. he    had a hat on. and he took my name.   "just for our private files in case   we need a hand or you run into    Him". i'll suck this panda's   thumb. and wait for Monday to   shave my head. small fires still   burn up fuel. they eat the guts   out first. then they break into    fits. i fall in. it's automatic. i    crawl. it's automatic. to forget   i you will. disremember me.