"reminds me of my ex
the words describe
our relationship perfectfuly
baby i still miss you" was etched
on the outside edge of stone
that built the Rubidoux cliff.
Only one river runs through
Riverside, and your standing
in it, she told the balding man
in his thirties. He played his
cards right and won a jacket
to wrap around his shorts with.
Campfire at the top, burn the
mountain down. Campfire at the
top, burn the mountain down.
The devil is a disc jockey,
playing all the sickest jams
and illest beats. (showcase)
A lime tree grows in a woman's
yard. And there are no fruit,
only bitterness renewed in every
birth, growth, seed spurt, and
host -the softer the shell, the
more famished are the flavors.
That cat is a disappearing act.
That cat is a disappearing act.
