Thursday, November 18, 2010

With Yr Two-Ride Eiffel

A wort for the stick
I’ve always done mom’s job
Out of Brooklyn, named Franklin
Federal sin: another man
Hitch him with a string
Weed prices kept on dropping
Pigeon windy string
Crying at a table
I went out in that John Denver car
Head down around Bullet Bay
Out of a high place