It's lights, places, camera, action The point-blank political assassination As usual public tongue is in its rightful ear While insecure about it's own social peers Father figures patronize to confuse countries who realize They don't know what the hell they're talking about America, the living example of the [?] We can't prepare for prevent war,...Learn More

She took the Oakdale ridge long past Condor Avenue She locked the car and slid past into rhythmic quietude He's coming, let me get to the porch The wind threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth Chimes fall over each other like wartime amputees The sound of the wheels burn down our hands and up our sleeves Cotton candy, lost my shirt...Learn More