Shadow Sailor

Black shadow stranger
Following me even in black hours still.
I sense when you're coming and sweat heaves when you leaves.
Blackhearted Shadow Sailor your skinny form ain't free.

Water Water Water

Thirsty Boy

Licking salt sweet eyes on the top of this ridge, twisting fragments of soul songs that you your self spun spindly.

You may not drink hard liquor and suck it of my tongue but you stared at my twisted head craving for someone to chug.

Milky sweet in the itchy heat I lay next to you, sweat drips from the back of my knees, you whisper yes please; I appease.

Craving cock-eyed girls like these fills funnels hard in your brain cooking opus insane,

I'm fine and I'm feign but you still need someone to lay.

Craving this liquid that drips soft off the skin, sipping slowly avoiding profane.

Why did you want this mr. boy over here, why do you crave the water I spare?

Sweet heat produce it, off crazy girl thighs and tits and eyes, how come you swoon for it in the night in the day--to fill circles of empty all dull in your head that want rivers and lakes to pool around instead.

O sweet milky sad song boy this water will kill you, dig valley's instead.

Where the mama baby go

It's so unfortunate. Baby girl don't like to count. 

She left school a fillin' school boys was nothing else but her lips a pout. 

Short skirts, cropped tees may do a lot for the eyes and the thighs

and the boys and their dreams

but baby girl won't ever learn to count. 

Baby girl plays games with her cigarette smoke that make her feel big

feigning age can't be too hard with vial and spoke, 

All grown she'll still play like a  baby gone lost

Shakin boys for their money asking;

"Where do mama babies go"