Dirty Pictures

Never meant that much to me, driving under was your speed

Something inside all alone, something twisted terrible

Why didn’t you talk about it, a gesture to describe it?

How about we hit pause, this record’s skipping, come unmoored

Your poems hit a chord, rumbling in 5’s & 4’s

Backyard barroom fight, two thumbs blinding one man’s sight

Loud basement punk rock tunes, dirty floors, asbestos fumes

Sweetest soul and darkest tongue, laughing with you, all for one

Show me some dirty pictures

Howl like a dog