face solemn I stood
and then left the cafe
six feet will be dug
while you are away
you have a black book
planing to use your pen?
don’t look at the blood
blades have been skatin’ again
voices hide in the minute hand
vices strangle reality’s stand
step on through
the cumulus feel just fine
those cigarette butts are just
discarded little suicides
teach me how to refrain
I’ll do the thing anyway
you stood by my side
so long as it was a holiday
voices hide in the minute hand
vices strangle reality’s stand
brand new personality
young and ghostly mirage
it comes with the cost
called self sabotage
sidewalk and vodka
gettin’ too old for that porcelain
your eyes grow shadowed
beside every sturdy limb
vices hide in the minute hand
vices strangle reality’s stand.







