the circle is loaded like a spinning typhoon it's the first day of fall in this cool air applause skinny arms and all
how soft her scarf smells cigarettes and camomile her hair like a teenage song unearthing swarms alien and warm with charm
i feel summer sweeping out feel myself freezing like a water spout
darling of the shadow skull where memory hides waiting for the sight of charm
the glass is high filled up with funny fumes and it brings a comfort that will soon consume fill up this ragtop rising from the dumpster for i am leaving soon and i'm trying hard to say that
everything that's green turns gold i am touching her and she is touching me we're null