Bet your eyes you're a broke law onions and bread born fine

born



late whait in the reeds peels your face and wears it

for a crown





walk into my mouth and tongue marsh's

mine enemy my enemy



my enemy my trick bird shoulder wing one

leg fine gentle dead



water laps upon the edge temptation

open what's shut trick bird



enemy my enemy my enemy my

screamers luck old faced baby our



cocaine years trick bird

just yours and mine enemy my enemy my enemy my



enemy my

enemy my enemy