There will come a day(and it won’t be long now)when the mandible-mouthed liars cease their death song,and…
they lined up to punch and kick my flower
took turns politely like good little boyswith nice clean hands
A mushroom cloud angel came to visit me one nightwhile I was drinking whiskey and Gatoradeand arguing with a…
No longer clinging to your homeyou have decided it was time to be grown.
Woke up with headacheWanted to cryNeed to release the poisonIntoxicated nights
To Abigail, they say a ship has come
Last night I went to the pubAnd something happenedLast night
I found a dead bison by the side of the freeway.A white one, the kind that visits you in dreamsand wordlessly walks you through the…
Men who love death will soon be dead.
A scythe, the Grim Reaper does hold to sway,