Charcoal mother will you wear me out
Silver dollar rash
Rain on the lens
Maybe i’m over
The ocean couldn’t
even make you wet
Stand down sailor send your brass rib
home
Save it for a later leave
Heaven must have spit
you out
With sandstorm prayers and pealing bells
Dim
little voice
Jet entrails
Out like a switch
Silver dollar rash
Gonna make you wiser
Got a new
black tooth
Gonna make you wiser
Cooked in orange and
gin
Your winter coat all summer long
Rain on the
lens
Dim little voice
Out like a switch
Cooked in
primer and rust
Glass plums
Dead bums
Mail your
brass rib home….