Sunken-eyed girl in the sandwich shop Ladle my soup from the kettle pot, so Swoony my self with the smolder looks Parsing that gaze for the right intention
All my life i've slow and senseless not struck dumb i'm just dumb that's all. i can give you the constellations lay down here and we'll count them all
Your back curves like a creeping vine with the answers in the fluid in the stem of the spine In the black-coffee bowl of your eye why do you overestimate
the dark is droppping like a spot of black ink squeezed into a glass of water and now the crowds are thinning out into the light down in the subway
Lisa ling and lucy liu each regard with thought and wonder witness what i have never seen and truly beautiful blood and thunder. yeah it's the sweet
The body like soft serve, dripping down in the June sun, I tried to shoot a thought, but the thought sunk. Nothing to do but scratch words in the dirt
Gas station neon sign, orange and white winks an eye and it whispers 'Goodnight' drunk on the train to Chicago, I feel alright half-pint of dewar's white
J9, I drink you up J9, I drink you up J9, J9 I sing if you were the Baltic sea and I were a cup uh huh Varick street and I drove south with my hands
Signal got lost to the satellite Got lost in the Rideup to the Plungedown; Man sends the ray of the electric light Sends the impulse Through the air