our savings accounts cry out for m… but we only have so much to give coins jingling away in the pocket a few dirty fives in the wallet the shelves are in need of grocery

disregarded flesh from abattoir to your plate feeding dominion

we conspire with the heretic to em… we summon hellish legions to arm u… with the fire of anger and the pestilence of despair with swords cast in spite

i wanted to vote but looking at the ballot i wondered “for what?”

i can smell a clue about as well as a rock and if you’re waiting for me under a rock

still he saws at the legs of his Steinway old habits only die hard so he tickles the ivory cigarette hanging from his lips

altar of vodka haloed cocktail, angel blood she prays 80 proof

sometimes the butterfly is afraid to leave the cocoon that its wings are too bright that it might be shunned by caterpillars

this shirt screams “i’m not still fucked up from last…

it opens with a violin slowly bowing its premeditated plo… stalker lurking in darkness waiting for a victim to stroll by the verse comes out quick

heaven throw me out but i’m keeping the halo you should have no doubt i am ready for limbo so hold me

misgivings of tide familiar qualm of the sea home where we are lost

as her eyes broke open most of it washed away in a dry wave of consciousness there were a few drops left near the corners of her botto…