Miss her

Miss her

Cali stagnant

he’s got the bitingest teeth in town

little lamb

you should wait

on the shoulder at night where the headlights can’t light

you on fire

and bring you back down

Late November morning

mourning in the park

low life boot buckles

shining in the dark

make sure the floors are clean so when you get home you can slide around in your socks, while the dog chases you around the kitchen i used to cook in

Oh my.. I suppose i DO need some gum today..

Oh my.. I suppose i DO need some gum today..

your mouth full of paint
and its red
its red, god
my hands are tied and i’m afraid you
can’t see me please
its so red
please see me

fire in the

morning

scream until the tree lights can’t

read your lips