stars in bars

we're playing with The Tractormen in less than two weeks. Jason plays bass twice this night. buy him a drink!

susceptible alternates

detective.

set. match.

telephones and graveyards
pitbullied pastors
wild soothsayer forsakers

vilified research

young concrete failure
sticky veins and parallel lives

walk me to church
drop me off for recess

absence

locks

lines

derail, rebound, no time for sound advice

we can run, rest, then watch ourselves to sleep
bury names with the questions that bare complications

no other witness to the slave of nighttime,
careless whimpers of past forlorn roundabouts

i'll keep trying, you keep your pride inventively trim.

ingredients for a great night.

3 old fashioned's
2 shots of fireball
one moscow mule
2 shots of jameson
one wayne coyne & katy
one jane heathen
one michelle & jay romo 

one part giddy college geeked out kids

setyabacksetyabacksetaya

drill.drill.drill

spill all the takeovers
tangents and policies
scrapes with nature
beauty pageants and posturing

mild survival
tactical stratagem

here's my semblance
heroes and podiums

dancing with the gravel
emory boards and dually tempered melodies

you're a metal detector
a misinformed detective

entering a bid on your indecisiveness

pot stripped pacifist
tailgating with bible revivalists

steer clear of the post suffering
down on your bruises
one episode away from dismissal

this all means nothing in steps
frivolous spending
no return on your efforts

bought.sold.exchanged.

trail away.
pale and immunities in discourse

this is not the dream of pastels.
we shade our dignity with dissappointment
and reluctant ingenuity.

barbers, barkers of tree found aspiration
stay in your clothes for the moment
out of your skin
barely breathing thin
wafers of waistlines and absentee smokes

magic on your fingertips
haze on your beards, fuzz on your complexion

i'm not archer, no lingerer of future tense
headed dull mind shriller of strength

bend at bill
collect the rent
stop.stop.stop.

reinvent.