air in the face
till blues so much you turn blue
rattling enos,
bunking bass
eating packages
why don't I got the guts
completely
smothering whiskey
on nice me
I went out to make a buck
on an electrician's truck
get Vietnam back
to starting
your loss by
act of birth
order,
there is you!
putting the text away,
wringing in naughty Q
now I feels the smarting --
I had my baby times.
Put away the wax on
wax on radiators
could never've said, why, I'd
leave leave
all such things to
flesh out cities
