Rages Every Theft
by me
Before the thirst rages every theft
and you consume it all
Leaving me with nothing left
Before the hunger threatens every love
and we surrender ourselves
and everything we’re made of
Before you threaten every me
with promises of stillness and vacancy
and the looming death of us
Remember without you I can’t be.
Little Miss
by me
The old mill dies on top of the trash
Yet Little Miss hardly bats an eyelash
So much of that dirty shit has left a rash
Scrapes, bruises and whiplash
And so the royal civilian decides
After all he never took sides
Like a good little boy he always abides
By the rules, never mind the landslides
And so Little Miss dodges a threat ‘
cause she hasn’t touched that dang trash yet
Just thinkin’ about it gets her upset
Fucking pile always blocks the sunset
Royal civilian’s washed his hands of it all
Broken bottles, typewriter keys, toys and dolls
Couldn’t get it all done before nightfall
That old mill was nothing but an ugly catchall
seven feet
by me
7′ and quickly sinking
7 seconds from sleep to blinking
7 times and no more tries
7 days, seven sighs
7 years and twenty nine
7 more 6 sublime.
Garden of Eden
by me
Garden of Eden – pale, empty, dead
Nothing this human carcass left unsaid
Rope, tree, rabid Impulsivity
“She don’t love me, you don’t love me”
So he hung himself instead
