all the bad men are crickets now

still howling all night
 

and the sun goes down

and the bad boys are birds

 

they V in synchronization over undertows

and over wide truck crimson clay roads

doomed to tire and roam

on foot til they’re feet cry out

runnin at rocks

and pickin at old bones

and if you were the water

and the one that let the lakes dry

knowing alone you exist dont change it

weather you know what you are

dont change it for me

you are the water if you are, if you’re the air you keep me
weather you and i alone know or not.

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cant hold a candle to

or even a feather weight

over my night with red ribbons

cutting my memory of you

wtih thumbs cut up from lighting

and backwards and forth to and down my back

to where i sit and i cant sleep without you

i welcome lonesome, i know lonely

it makes these sweeter

and this under tow my only.

got a new album with Jess PAPS called Holy Hands!  Here’s a song
 

i drank sewer water and lost my taste

i talked to walls and lost my faith

i had troubles i didnt make

our foreheads touch and it goes away.

I cant tell the future

i cant read minds

i can barely see what here you’ve underlined

i cant trust my heart to you

i dont trust your kind

your sweet smell soft sweat every single time.

we dreamed of each other side by side

i cant remember now with what words or how i described

visions sweet breathing tickles troubled spine

cover me up like you took my life

i dont mind, i cant care, i cant tell, i wont try

ill just howl on your street until youre outside.