old stick shift with the stubborn clutch broken down in the high school parking lot where we wrote our names on that rock; red handed nights. is it still there?
dirt clouds by that old abandoned house;
roman candle summer, gone forever.
Track Name: *_*
can't sleep for shit or live on your own, goddamn just pick up the phone. i quit a long time ago, i gave up long ago. buy my blessing with ice cream, i'll give you all of my love.
Track Name: THIRD EYE
there’s a splinter in my skin but i think i’ll let it sit. and today i found a tick but i guess i’ll let it dig. they say “never have regrets” but the tattoo on my leg looks infected. now my face is turning blue, i’ve been coughing up my food. by tonight i’ll have removed another grownup tooth. ”and you look like someone else, let me nurse you back to health.” i don’t feel so well from these beat writers and all nighters by lamp light or by camp fire. seek new diners by state line or my type writer “i can’t find her.” i won’t smile or confide “i’d be all writer if i was a lit minor.” but tonight my drive buys her a third eye on her right thigh.