published on: 2015-12-31 12:38:24
“All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she
Dig yourself a ditch, six feet deep, and bury everything that
People change and people keep change and we keep paying ticket
You, with your hands full of Earth and your head full of rainfall.
We make believe that even our tongues are bulletproof, as if