rain goes perfect with a nosdam mixtapenthe last streetlights stay on well after dawnnkings fall to pawns he dropped the needle let the song say itnthe kind of morgue with a gong to tell you whennbut the room's rules will bend and the staff will make you laughnmy dad wore this face in old photographsncalico cats out stare me from behind a junkyard fencenhigh on khat i let my stare go soft but pretend it's notnwhen i'm eyed i tounge my bottom teethnand look at the sidewalk in front of menand my tennis shoes go in and out of the framenanother sleuth footed empty Ynwalking on goose eggs in the missionnswap meet brown 31 fishnet hat cocked to the rightni only played chess once in my life and i lostnnlooks like a sky for shoeing horses undernlooks like a good sky to die under