strategically planning in neckties and newsbriefs
self-appointed slackers spend
black boots
right angles
well that's all she remembers
standing in her sundress
i was lookin' for a fight that day
just let her
funny how a moment can change a lot
one you're here
if i were a painter a painter of design i'd
little little one lookin for
your mama now where did
she go
I'm pullin' knots out of my head
strands of DNA
I am
sittin' on the south side by some greasy white guy
who
iraq iran
north korea try to stand
bush bin laden and saddam
each
postcards for my father
from pennsylvania station
hey I'm in the big
i believe that souls touch
and wrap around each other
and love
if you got something to talk about why don't you
so i'm sitting in the corner wondering what i'm fighting
hangman billboards
they have no shame
40 ounces for your pain
addiction breeds
she is wrapped up tight
in walking prose
and dark rimmed eyes
painting
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