| Time: a reliquary or assignation Your life among cinematic disasters: tidal wave, swamp thing, tsunamiA wickedly souped-up bore then minutes before the lights go on Doubly sad because daylight savings offered an extra empty hour Your body counted up in coins and curses thinking there must be If only you could fuck it free The one you want, the lanky blonde with the filthy mouth and pierced everything Losing your shirt, climbing into the cage |
