Wednesday, June 10, 2009

because you're the green man

smoke us.
and we'll trade for tales of sex travel and betrayal.
and we won't give a damn if we reach dry land.
sailing home from old maui.

what comes of a story about a crash landing.
ready for life
in this city and my wings have grown
almost strong enough to lift me.
one if by land,
two if by sea.

crash.

you dont learn how to fly by flying with the same wings.

once i loved a sailor. once a sailor loved me.
busk.

money in the bucket goes clank clank clank - all - day - long.







saints and sows.. chelsea crunks and slumps.. ha..



we don't need you in here stinkin' up the place with your craziness