Rusted pails and grass from a year agonSmell of dart boards and pussy willowsnBuild a grave out of wood for a sparrownThe basementnA zithernnRun along the brown and shaggy floornLike a million times beforenHop on the lap of a sailornIn uniform and hung on the wallnnWith a hook in his eyenHe got drunk at the weddingnA push-up pop stainnSardines in oilnnCorkboard's wearing thinnThe other side's a baseball gamenRiding the blades across the lawnnGold chocolate coins and BarbaranState fairs and charicatures cut outnnSurprise party, plastic grapesnCousins raped and pinball gamesnA thousand Christmas's withoutnSleep