Bar None Records
Like the time you read
tearfully and honesty
was quickly suspect
Jamming on eighth notes
remembering early days
beer in the basement
N.J.P.P TATS
skate park benches at the shore
40 from the city
What do you get when
you cross a front porch with a
scared bunny and sluts?
You seem to like knives
modern talons for humans
bottom of something
There is surely noise
in my brain I reject you
my soul does also
Knife in my rib cage
washed up on a topless beach
salt stings, they smile
Is this that band that
wrote that first MTV song?
Dead radio stars
A balloon voyage
it's a mercurial route
through time, come to now
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