muse runs and hides
no lag time
just me and death
swaying to this silky
shuffle
my bones
about on the hardwood
maple I think
to be exact
freak show
listening to
elvis
and cooter joe stuck
in memphis
and that's the way I said I would never go
stuck lonely
and fat on the toilet
right out
proscribed
array
jesus and black
leather and
pulse about
the throat
and the rhythm
of the heart-spun dogma eater half a whistle short of texas-paris wait
for me
better young and beautiful
