Whiskey in the faucet
A book of lousy poems
Breaking bottles at the railroad tracks till dawn
A syncopated phone call
A limestone shaded sun
A two-tone benediction clinic (grave)…
Hey, Grain of earth my shuttered eye
Hey, Thousand stories all the same
Hey, We can hurt me if we try
Hey, Hollow haloes calling her name
Hey, Just like snow stuck under a train…
Destination…
Destination…