Chainsong to daisy chain.
Endless razor
To the brain.
A lesson in
The good migrane.
Time to dust the dawn.
I don’t know
I answer yes.
I’m innocent
I confess.
I test the limit.
I can’t rest.
Time to dust the dawn.
My fever
Out of tune.
I threw an empty
At the moon.
They wrote a book
It was too soon.
Must’ve been my story.
The party’s over
So they say.
Do yourself a favor-
Get out of the way.
Throwing knives
Is yesterday.
I pay me respects to the dirt

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