saturday morning grim reaper blues-
the reaper lives inside the sound of the clock next to his bed
he's lying there with lead in his bones
'like a lump of pig iron in my pants'
feeling like a rooster with clipped wings
in the shower, the smell of dial starts bringing back clean memories
and he rubs his eyeballs till they explode
refried light
downstairs...
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the reaper lives inside the sound of the clock next to his bed
he's lying there with lead in his bones
'like a lump of pig iron in my pants'
feeling like a rooster with clipped wings
in the shower, the smell of dial starts bringing back clean memories
and he rubs his eyeballs till they explode
refried light
downstairs...
Read More
