Ganglia Misfortune

Chicken pox in the Bronx, a little fox along the docks, dreaming down in Lake Superior when the ships assault the months

Perched high above on the telephone wire was a bird, frozen solid, with a look of suprise

I was sad but only because I was with you

Why can't Death butt out for a minute or two?

You could tell I was bothered and gave me a smile

"Sweetest thing, its a bird."

It was only October

  "It seems pretty strange it would freeze. Don't you think? I mean yesterday I wore that Indian thingy and why are you looking at me like I'm interesting?"

"Babe, I'm so sorry, lets forget it was there."

  "I can't believe that you think you don't care."

Inside your eyes you weren't very often and expanding conspiricies was for coffins

I sicken myself with overly rotten assortments of half-hearted guards when I'm drunken

  "Imagine a beautiful day and then nothing."