A stolen fruit

A childish sin has taken root

In carpet grids

A winding road for toothless kids

A thankless weight

Each carcass longs for wooden crates

Not sticks and feet

Turn over, kitty, turn and see that

Flesh should not lie flat

One step can't cover seven steps

Where gardens once unwrapped

Was there a place like that?

And I return, to a small world

Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat

Where did it go? Where did your life go?

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A pack of dogs

You spin atop a cardboard box

A burning tent

The newest coat of hip cement

Shot down a bird

And Bacchus laughed, or so I heard

No shoe unsold

Black needles fold into a row, but

Life should not lie flat

A branch under your skin had snapped

Where rivers laid and slept

Was there a time like that?

And I return, to a small world

Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold

Where did it go? Where did your life go?

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

And I return, to a small world

Its corners fold, into a bad paper boat

Where did it go? Where did your life go?

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

And I return, to a small world

Its corners melt, into a thin plastic mold

Where did it go? Where did your life go?

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat

A rabid orange scent paints the back of my throat