the tractor tailor raptor screech ( Read more... )

the pickings easy the choices slim
one passes call it quits
through the practice you find
nothing fits

even if/when i ask you a question ( Read more... )

bent a breaking microplane
around my hand
probably wont be the last time
had a good night

there are no such things
as secrets
just the many untold truths
buried facts
and ancient politics the hard twist
is something that can only be felt

it is keeping you from
being able to explain yourself

and in such a short time
caught against a few sentences
its harder than ever to finish
anything you start

the house once was clean
and i swear the dust never could cling
in a cab i am sure or maybe some other circumstance
your boss is never much of anything else
outside of work is only play
laughing than laughing now and tomorrow
i may only anticipate what it may expose

thats a good trick
piercing cameras as you're shot

whether i like it or not
ate shit
sidewalk hugs
scraped elbows shins
bruised wrist and ribs
nothing like being
a moving object
meeting an unmovable big green electric box

calling home screaming out
unrecognized i slide
where every question is an answer
and no one need reply

hard to tell less than right
letting go pulls the wheel straight
good nights cold hearts still sweat
can't change can't exchange fate