Friday, July 14, 2006
The grass above my grave
needs a shave from the sides of Mr. Cole
with his serial death and his trolls.
Maybe I just found my skull inside my head;
and on the way to eternal perfection
people tend not to make too much fuss
of a liver inside of us.
But we know where we go
when the bile needs somewhere to flow.
needs a shave from the sides of Mr. Cole
with his serial death and his trolls.
Maybe I just found my skull inside my head;
and on the way to eternal perfection
people tend not to make too much fuss
of a liver inside of us.
But we know where we go
when the bile needs somewhere to flow.