8hz

she climbs the gutter

a huge knife between her teeth

someone has to pay

banished as a child

a world inside a painting

slowly rots away

wake up sleepy head

forget the past fifteen years

today is the day

it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..

staring at the door
i dreamt it was your birthday
and that i loved you

start threading the noose

i’m leaving today, you know

new york fucking sucks

my lab up in flames

attacked by a giant wasp

mondays! am i right?

i can time-travel

…i guess its ‘hibernating’

it really works though

one after the next

wake up behind the wheel

the fog is so thick

wake up sleepy head

forget the past fifteen years

today is the day

gone before your time

a debt of apology

that cannot be paid

a turn of the wheel

one more solar rotation

please keep on living

moss points the way