1993

con-nexion
        is
disc-on-nexion

through the looking glass

you call my name
come in
i say
there's beer
i grab the nail clipper
and start
clip clip clip
the game is on
then i paint my nails
all sticky
grooming myself
we win
i'm yelling
you're playing the guitar
to psycho killer
on u tube

nena, all a man has is his words

it's raining
the internet went down
my drink's gone warm
my friend went out
got no cigarettes
no music on the radio
no baby boo lover
just this roach

rumours

no pictures please
i was never there
call my fucking lawyer

digging my own grave with a spoon

there were many roads
i was too lazy to walk
so i laid on the ground
waited for the wind
to cover me with soil