45*21

what bridge?
the right bridge
the notes fall off
and there are no bad ones
just the ones you hang with
and the ones you don't
what do you inherently understand?
Life gets you there
Well, at least you think so
The bird woman wanted the make love
That's when I found the elevator
Though I didn't want to make love to a corpse
Later... realized I was one
bona fide ankle bracelet
no one wants to give in this easily
and we fall and we fall
like music notes
from the abstract
premises
that we are pulmice
of a vice