The blind trust of a child
To your eager outstretched hands...

Is it to show the most
remote interest...

Rascal; in his raccoon mask
Never set upon one task...

When she smiles
And it's infectious...

Hate your face and hair and eyes and nose
And the way you make my blood run cold...

Angst a million miles to the sky
It flies like fireworks from bones...

Pushed offshore I tottle
My tugboat misted away...

Just give me cancer, with a side of
Pyro, for 5.20, please...

When I knew your mother;
And you were only a broken bit...

Morning bell tolls I
Look down at your...

Be still, baby brother
Little Jonah, still fighting...

Porcelain cold to the touch
In production, eyes, nose, mouth...