He'll never tell you anything
Not even a joke
He used ho have faces
For all of his places
Now he walks with a limp

You can find her down a dusty road
She keeps a stutter polished for company
And pretends to be deaf in one ear
Ane she's been watching the same roa

Days go by
These thieves
Dressed in sleeves of white
Stand on
Chests of heaving sighs
Night trips
Followed closely by
White sleeved, thick thieves hum

Swallowing words
That stick in your lungs
Find it all
In a mess on the tables

Are turning

Oh
Swallow something
Canned, frozen
Ungodly festering source
Dragging and kicking and screaming for more
That burns, burns, burns, burns

Hands on the table right where I can see them run
(Who's the sow for)
Small vacant things that wind up so willing
(Who's

Small Body on the Road Coat still sheened with Spring It's eyes still black And soft and warm and clean It's legendary quickness of feet Too slow for the truck's wheels Or teeth Matter of Minutes and hours all gone Picked up for someone else's feast And again, and again and again and again Body

It's just a little bit quiet
And the air is sweet and so cold and now it's just getting started running straight to my head
Drown in here shuffles of dry ing straw that's got my full attention it goes to work heading straight to my head when
I did you wrong and all those words not

Objects on the sign
Point the wrong way
Straight into the barrel
Like a winter's long delay
You pick the shortest straw always
The ladies will collect today
You lose

Weight on either foot
Sit sideways
Up against the wall
Standing the right way
Your s

Oh Man you've got a fuckin nail in your brain Turn it left until the fleas can come out Thimble thumbnail Showered Cuts
And rip the power out And bring it all on over Throw it at your neighbor Tread that sallow shallow water The whole town is coming over Scram Sad I'm so sad little brother

Streets are wrapped
Childlike faces smooth and blank
Firm young flesh
Hung with paper crowns

Pull me up from where we are
The big keep getting bigger
And their hearts keep getting harder
An imaginary game
Eating at every living thing
A wide mouth dripping wi

Lights bright
Sound loud
City streets are so clean

The trash is even so pristine
The words all move away

Words all move away
To faces like their own
The rising filth a welcome mat to
All words move away

And crawling on the floor
Has never been less f

After all the dreams started
Words just showed up on the page each day
Looking for some company
A single point on which
To rest their heads paralyzed
And squeaky clean dull and flat a bit of shade to slim
There was no sign
The change was fixed
Tumbling down

Everyone is staring at the screen get off your knees and go
quietly I'm knocking at the door and scrambling into fits I
hope that you turn out right Everywhere the sky is scaly gray get on your feet and move quietly wild scrapping on the floor and scraping into bits I hope that you tur

It's been a long time Creepy spine Bottled Mind I can't sit
still Waiting until You see what I did You Kiss Right Now We
sing and scream it seems our dreams are spools of string and
pigs with wings You see I'm gumming up My belly is full of
babies with eggs And now you know w

If you believe in such things
Start praving
Say goodbye three times
It's just a waste of waste of time
All your ladies kneel down and say
Ooh

For the best that it stays on sweat like branches motions to pink surrounding you is gone for geries of plastic bound
Proud Drown Crawl Cold Sound
I would mold you into plastic plant you in sound with a thirst for burning your clutching demands around your neck a little too tight too p

Drying Stains Spell things in words uneasily
In crowded pens
A drying mouth's final
Hiss of growing limbs
Faster than the skin
The arrows pointing to the thunder of the tanks in vacant lots
Down dark pathways
Special paintings line the wall
The ghastly glow of bro

Suspicious in bright light
Too much red rim around the white
Cheap silk that wraps the body tight
And one by one, seconds drip by

There's nothing they can do to her
That hasn't been done before
Bit it's sweet they try

Not a single tree in sight
Fluorescents st

Down the street on one leg
A major with a mouth
Is standing on a corner
Near a train to somewhere south
He whistles when he speaks
It's the only time he does
A petty two-bit thief
Always in and out of love

His eyes are bloody red
It's part of his routine