Doing everything but kissing

On the bench in the cemetery

That said

‘I know my redeemer liveth’

We try a joke about our late neighbors

Knowing what to do

In and under concrete

Watching shadows shift

Bailey slipped by me at dawn

And really took her time killing that skunk

I asked Tate if I smelled like shit

He said man you’re asking the wrong guy

I put down the power planer and pause the desert storm podcast

It’s the Patron saint of Gatorlyte

Delivеring the egg cheese

Latеr we will dance to Kenny Chesney in the kitchen

Did I see you at the riverside drone set?

Eating questionable eggs at the custard shop

How to the hell is Dirty Flowers playing ‘Dallas’ next door

Music scene is crazy

The band starts up

Your ex is there

Gimme a wet kiss on the mouth

It’s enclosure of the commons

Silence under the overpass

Rainstorm driving highway squall

So you want to see the world

Have a look there over the weather bow

It’s parking lots and alleyways

It’s light beer piss on couch

Everything is always killing you

I could break my back lifting this beam or sending this email

Eating spinach or eating liver

Oli plays 'Blue Factory Flame' on the touch tunes

Say what you will about the academy

But at least we can see Kath Bloom

And the free eco-terroror screening

In the same weekend

Floatin’ straight

They ripped the cypress out of here a long time ago

Now it feels like a promenade

I think about workin

Pulling up nets

Looking at the city

That pays my checks

But I’m just a tourist

Last night we were there

Three siblings and two partners bummed and shared one cigarette

Oh theres a gator

I hope he's hungry

Here’s a marshmallow and a hot dog