Fruit Vendors a man with a cart of oranges on th… sells them with acclaim for their… sweet citrus that excites the tong… for a moment of pleasure

dawn is a coffin stars take their graves in morning come night, resurrect

apologies were often on the wind before her lips but when a girl’s got those big be… well

we can wear the morning air like a jacket and move deep into those bright

they’ve never looked as deeply as… into the centers of your alluring and final eyes they’ve never watched you dance slowly and dark like the end…

splendid bit of glee response of a mind tickled nothing like a laugh

squandered precious gifts laid down for worthless fortunes when men turn soldier

monuments of song returned to life in my hands records from dead men

if the fairy spreads her thighs for the goblins finger the happy ending never comes even if she does

i began to tell a grim story of a puppy left alone beneath an overcast sky at first i saw a lost dog sad and without

an illness so cold he sees flames as medicine and treats his disease

illuminated with the yellowish-ora… parked alone now waiting to be driven away by the last man at the office dedicated to his job

plenty more on that beautiful head of hers she’ll never even know it’s missing

it burned slow as i sat in front of a mirror listening to overplayed psychedeli… music from the 60's it was the first time i ever smoke…

walking down Rundberg a gentleman of the homeless junkie… approaches me from ahead “hey mayne ima be hones wischu