Tattered ribbons of black plastic
Caught on a wire fence...

Night rain on leaf
paternal maternal lullaby...

I carried my emotional baggage up her stairs and
Stored it under the bed...

Nothing to push, nothing to sell,
No wringing hands, just ring the bells...

When she opened my curtains and showed me the...
The brush was laden with a brilliant white...

The cliche kid rode into town,
He wore a stetson, he wore a frown...

I don't remember my birth,
All that red pink cheap rubber skin...

This train of thought has no first class coach.
Strictly second class with rain dirty windows...

If the sun shines on the Righteous,
Why does it always seem to rain at funerals...

I pledge allegiance to the corporate chain
That makes choice simple, everything's the same...

The Rhyme.
Sometimes a crime, that...

Waiting for a ride to the game.
The august heat has stolen the air so...