stoutly, saintly, and sharp as a tack

12/28/17 1:54AM

The French sit and watch the sad go
floating out in seas of merlot
and heavy tar clouds roll in
Cry for the days ahead

Tyler’s birthday was today
they harassed him
a poor freezing bass player
With no shirt on
I guess he’s a real artist now

I think sometimes assholes
can be right
they’ll be annoyed
but astute
My jump shot is off

Lazing by the Seine, ditch digging harmonies, seeing the fog pour
Out into the door and into the freeze
I tumble, pick fleas and rot to the core

Divination coffee grounds only confuse
I lost my battle today
Johnny Pickett’s man kid charge