A little anchor
on a boat
is thrown aboard
for her to float
to survive the waves
the winds, the rains
through all the pain
so that when its calm
and the waves the same
back on the boat
he will remain

how could anyone’s
daughter
renounce these demons,
rip out the threads
of fate
sewn into her soul by
the reaper

i should
crawl into bed
with my hood over
my head
good little girl
hiding her ugly
face

how would you like
a little red,
chased down by a wolf

holy drunkard holy ***** both each other's foreign war standing on corner trances in hissing nights eager for heat like owls in flight glowing girls or paying guys - same mission, same song - the line propitiates and and the clerk hands me the ticket paper from automatic towers same train same stuck up strut lipstick **** on the rim of my glass and he and they will never notice me over there

******* and your interesting
social lives
that only exist
in whatever city you go to
school in

**** **** **** because forests aint that interestin'
and there's no McDonalds in the woods
and the deer have no plans
to get wasted with you this weekend