black pearl cities make you mine
ghost white whispers tear down time
the city is a thievin let it shine
let it 21st make you mine
insane is the reason
reason insane
the nude season
the late hour
the weary heart
there’s nothing wrong
the pushy wind
the neon sun
her open eyes all in fun
all that trouble
to face your changes
i can’t believe
i’d waste my time
think of me when you go for broke
think of me when the madness comes
There is no use there is no use at all in smell, in taste, in teeth, in toast, in anything, there is no use at all and the respect is mutual. (Gertrude Stein)