.
slight slick back and black dirt under the nails laughing at that plight
that trite jealous lust for attention
.
what little eyes see will see and nothing sways that road from it’s howling tender wind
.
checkered on in fear, what I have and haven’t had
.
our third lake burned up last may and its where we’ve learn to celebrate
.
giving sight to the silhouette,
sowing into an image of dust and worth
.
If you can, know,
simple sorrow is our only kind
.
in time in time in time dried up lookin to impress you
.
what gross pink shit between teeth smiling your desperate
.
she took it from me and you oh my brother i cry thinking how she hurt you
.
heart sings in a timid love
i don’t want to know you
.
wily little flower dangled dying above my head,
singing
ThirdLakeBurn 