“Your George W. Bush impression
is horrible”

“like a bird taking off
from a glass table’s crystal aviary”

“underdogs, wayward souls, the hardheaded stubborn fools”

“Pulling apart a house I am walking by. Shattering the windows”

“Moss stains
the asphalt’s veins”

“the kind of stoner lame shit that boat people would listen to”

“Do you risk it exploding all over?”

“how buying one
last orange,
to hold its fire”

“All I want to do
is scream at the sky”

“It lives on in some paradise in my memory”

“I speak and the snow comes.
Here we spread the voice.”

“That’s when I just take the disc out and throw it as hard as I can”

“Keep the wet scar of my grave open”

“Did a jazz-loving magical unicorn write those chords?”

“the thick haunting cello parts, the crazy guitar”

“Weird, mystical, synthy, devilish.”

“It is hard for me to separate spectacle from substance”

“sometimes our feelings might not be our own”

“The sky is an aluminum landscape of purple balloons and streamers”