turn on the stereo or worse an awful fight a judge and 
nurse in fighter's gloves in someone's blood there's 
instances where nothing's going on. a radio dispatcher 
told me plans to reveal a chapter a history tied down in 
lacquer a man will break when stuck in traffic. longer 
drives than tv ads short term prison sentences together 
we can do the time with makeup we can douse our minds in 
kerosene we'll raise the steeple a hurricane designed for 
people with minutes left on motorcycles the kicker kicked 
the shit out of you know who. i just opened up to a 
crowded room. there's someone in my face at all times 
like these should place the calls to mysteries and 
governments i'd knock them down but the gloves don't fit 
this- on the helicopters dizzy sick with fear named 
neiman marcus guys in shades of rubber jars heavyweight 
champion of the world. sinus pains from the morning after 
children quiet with not much laughter winds exceed the 
miles high throw in the towel we are fifty thousand shy 
drop the hat and fall to pieces the motor's running and 
you've got to see this with minutes left to follow people 
we spent that time watching tv. i just opened up to a 
crowded room.