Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

God you just don't know Hollow like the wind Feeling this again Menace on the edge Caught by collars stiff With no dollars to tip...

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or...

Feeling pretty done with Summer... Tired of the heat Craggy arid landscape You can look out over what is left And see where water ran...

No dog in the fight. Beaten down and broken by the world and ready to accept any state of existence that seems even remotely novel or...