he bought two-fifths of lead free gasolinesaid, the bottle is dusty, but my engine is cleanhe bought a nice blue suit with the money he could findif his bride didn’t like it, St Peter wouldn’t mind now I lie here so out-of-breathand over-opiatedmaybe I couldn’t catch up, no butmaybe he could have waited well the […]

he was a coal miner in the springblinded with its dusty resolutionsbroke his back for higher contributionsnow he’d take anythingwell she was 1970burning like a cigarette long seasonheir to her family’s old treasonsshe makes love hard like an enemyoh ma he’s dying and the river don’t sleepwhen the water runs coldand the calendar burnsas the […]