the hapless fleece is back,

like it was falling from a tree

hitting every branch on the way,

holding a megaphone

we heard every second of it,

like someone's moans are

something you could block out

he woke to snow in the Alleghany's

the dark light went another direction

never far away from anything at all

why bother saying it,

i'm made of skittles anyway

tropical starburst

paddling a boat in the biggest fucking flood

i've ever lived through

i'm looking for folks in the trees

god sent us rainbows to tell us

not to freak out when it rains,

next time it will be fire coming

there won't be more rainbows

god will make us another promise

and the sun will mean something else

wrapping my shirt around my feet because

the sand burns like hell

i'm looking for heads in the desert

sweating cold weather,

someone's black hair

funny to wake up like this

"i am the king and i should not be allowed to touch anything"