entry hundred forty-one me, the misser, the late
miss years to make words of what IÃ?'m missing
shame IÃ?'m shaking, a loss, a crap
hung by heartwrack in the grasslands me, the pridest, the slack
come through rain through window new approval seas a headrest, a home a peace
having all my needies covered me, the hoper, the hole

family leaver, shit repeater and a rancid grudge-hold
entry hundred forty-one starts back when I dared
God knock me down again not a single thing IÃ?'ve done meant a scrap
changed the stance of anyone thought by now IÃ?'d left the barn
but IÃ?'m scared the fields, and IÃ?'m scared the houses, IÃ?'m scared the millers yard.