i must be strange,

i send strange gifts


when she wakes up
the eyelashes made small shadows
on the white part,
like a cup
full of porcelain

i'm whistling, sleeping, a big empty house

and when i t bomb
i chose to send the little heart




i remember new orleans
i ate an omelette
 named for a general

my baby my baby

you can beat the feeling
that the street is dusty
when you wake up early
sneak me out on the street,


my baby my baby
im sending you the little heart

the big one is for when
i'm back on bourbon
being a bad bitch