here comes mr. white christmas

there's danger in the snow fall

each year i feel myself turn

boy to beast

razor sharp teeth

pours over me

like sex

cold rotten sex

season sick

sea sun stroke

choked

up

with my wrists tied

"when a gun is in your mouth, you only speak in vowels."

buk-ow

it's hard to write when things go well

no storm to slay

or hook to rip from my lip

sun pores into my cup

a queen rules justly

fair

to peasant and knight alike

vegas

In a city full of serpents the souls wind sideways

Gathering grips on gods gracious guidelines

Time twists and contorts tumbling aimlessly to it's knees

Alley cats pack cracked coke into glass war pipes