Pholcidae
Dead men drinking air through reeds
Dodge city splitting pretty pennies
Rust out all that pocket change
Evil, evil human brain
Beaten with rods of dry cane
Offshoot, soft soot face paint
Make me grey, flick ashes away
Day after day, revolving ridiculousness
Dreams crushed delirious and flat
Flys landing on cuts through the cracks
"I used to drink wine" she cries, tries to laugh
Chewing my cigarettes, bones stiffen and snap
Grass growing long out in the back
Fat grey cat, coolin' in chives
Tiny little pill closes my eyes
Interpret moisture condensed in the sky
Let the birds take my bones when I dieĀ