Guns don't kill people...

Children who find guns kill people.

Two-Headed Boy, Part II

daddy, please hear this song that i sing.  in your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep, and love all you have left like you boy used to be, long ago, wrapped in sheets warm and wet.  blister please with those wings in your spine.  love to be with a brother of mine.  how he'd love to find your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night as you sleep.  and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying as your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweet.  rings of flowers round your eyes and i'll love you for the rest of your life when you're ready,  brother see we are one in the same and you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth, push the pieces in place, make your smile sweet to see don't you take this away, i'm still wanting my face on your cheek.  and when we break, we'll wait for our miracles, god is a place where some holy spectacle lies.  when we break, we'll wait for our miracle, god is a place you will wait for the rest of your life.  two-headed boy, she is all you could need.  she will feed you tomatoes and radio wires and retire to sheets safe and clean, but don't hate her when she gets up to leave

Birthday Party (Junkyard)

i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
she: lying through her teeth; him: on his back
hands off this one, hands off! she cried
grinning at me from hip to hip
hands off, pretty baby, tough bone then so soft to slip
i stuck a six-inch gold blade in the head of a girl
sharks-fin slices sugar-bed slices that pretty red-head
i love you! now me! i love you! laughter, laughter
those skinny girls, they're so quick to murder
shake it, baby, c'mon; shake, shake it, baby

Lie. Lie to my face.

Tell me it ain't no thing,

that's what I want to hear.

hot tamales!

The Minutemen!
5.  Paranoid Time
4.  The Punch Line
3.  What Makes a Man Start Fires?
2.  Double Nickles on the Dime
1.  Buzz or Howl Under the Influence of Heat

i forgot my ice cream!

          

grout

THE VERY LAST ONE

NOSEFILTER

you know the drill

kiosk at the airport

 

encore

hold on one second
i've been here all fucking day
what did you just say?

drey

but i had no doubt
reeling in affirmation
from the smell of it

waterdogs

on nocturnal rounds
at the very end of it
i saw him bite her