jim jones, tigers and bottles

5/19/2018 12:55AM

don't go sniffing

around old shit

it's buried

for a reason

the litter is bitter

in these sunburnt dinners

and the curly haired girls

always make my heart skitter

we're back to the lantern

and I've lost more brain cells

to the old green bottles

the cars all died here

don't go sniffing around

fields of dead heads abound

there's live corpses on benches

and the 94 years won't end this

you can drink with fond tigers

and still not be like macguyver

there's so much more to me than my words

but you never needed them either

no don't be too kool aid

to tell jim jones to fuck off

he's a cheap suit jacket

and plucking fool's clothes off

squeezing a season for your sake

cult leaders and golf feeders

tend to always pull form their history

but it's never been a puzzle for my flock

to sell drop or burn my stock

like water through fingers

it makes me sicker

to think my hands forgot

but then

I've lost so many

that I might end up alone in guyana