sleeping late i hear the sad hornsnof labor truck sighnmy neighbor walks bynhigh heels click drynlike half a proud horse downbrookni hear somebody's babbling i mistook nfor a cavalry whispering victorynto the sparks in their kindling nbut but all their green wood's wet and unmetnas of yet by the gases of flame npressing again the pending physics nof my passed down last name nliving in the tear between two spaces condemned nin one of the many placesnyou're not i am nhiding from my friends in the bathroom at thrift town nto write this tune down.nn(just doesn't stop)nntoday after lunch i got sick and blew chunks nall over my new shoes in the lot behind whole foods nthis is a new kind of blues and what about losingnlimb or loved one in a duel dissatisfies you or seems just nas a kid i did not shit my pants much,nwhy start now with this stuff nand man i do not bluff nsecond caller gets bit by a dog or jeff dahmer nkisses or stitches no mitt for these pitches nlone pone one master of the cheap pun, nif i'm not raw i'm just a bit underdone nbut i'd be okay cool as a rail nif they'd just let us have health food in hell nngood heavens background radiation nand the black arts of waitingnnot the same since i nswitched my hair part and started shaving ngot hexed my hidden hair gone corners noh i'll never be a joinernlife long local foreigner i nraw lung homegrown fake in co-ed naked choir nsecond tenor highest riser blessed clever compromiser ni'll be proudly mouthing watermelon every song ni put the phone to my earnbut all's i hears a dial tone nwill they map my skull and wrap my bonesnwhen my wig is gone hmmm ni'll go unknown by torpedo or crohns nonly those evil live to seentheir own likeness in stonenmy brother said thatnni can decidenwhile i'm alive i'll feel alivenand what's nextni guess i'll know when i've gotten there