Lonely Buffalo Lyrics

In my oldland days, sitting

On piles of mutant envy, the

Promises muttered to myself

Dissolving in a shot glass

Being raked with gardening tools

Held in small determined hands

Eyes almost as blind as my own

Seeing the tips of toes on roads

And simple destinations

In my wild sick days, coughing

On a couch as the war began, the

Erythromycin needed for two months

I saw your distance beyond the

Double pneumonia, widening as

A stomach fills. So devolved

From former goals and promises, so

Gulled by the concept of something

Perfect. Tendrils on the inside

Rewatching Naked Lunch

Expelling mistakes, to become

More consumed by fault

And the desire to write it