July 5, 2003

shoes in the alley, flying down to cali, we're lacing them up, all before they corrupt...you, rocking this side of swing, catching a ride in my benz gullwing, not enough to scuff this soul i'm sliding, burning coal and our minds colliding, sipping this summer breeze, kissing my hummers knees, dancing with the devil, prancing hearts on an anvil, lush and tall crushing your all, can you handle that, or do you tattle on that cat, talking into my pillow, walking beneath old willow, a tree for your blessing and a fee for you caressing, you're peddling in my direction, heading for my connection, down to the earth, frown twice upon your birth, stand above my grave hand along my brave...heart as a start to the rest of the world, like a pest all but curled in the foot of your bed, it feels like soot spewing from your head, the weight of lead, the wait of time, rolled into luscious rhymes, cold like the story you tell, and lies you sell, you're meeting your fiance, cheating on beyonce, speak on that, leak on that, you've got nothing now, the louvre's got something now, art became of your death, tasting tart and mary beth, she says it's criminal, he says it's original, sam that is, knowing absurd, blowing the word, across the table, a moss of fables, sitting at your chair, knitting your hair, fibs rest on your lips, ribs rest on your hips, here in cali, beer in the alley, empty shoes singing your hidden blues.