[Toxa]

Small Flowers Crack Concrete

death poems for the living gods of america
plastic saxophones bleat, bleed for nothing, nada
cops crashing thru doors infuriated by silver charms
of suburban smoke
at war with patches of red dirt glitter
and bluejean fucking
and protest...

NYC Ghosts and Flowers

can you cover up the one that floats?
can you push back the hours?
i hear yr voice, i speak yr name
among nyc ghosts and flowers
will we meet? to run again?
thru nyc ghosts and flowers

My favorite album at this moment... Texts are great maybe exept "Nevermind"