corner the word smith shift
subtle little chin cleft cover to cover like this
except you and i thrive homeless

didn't mean to leave you with all my charmless clippings
i cool in ice cubes from your fancy dream drippings
and you can call me the reciever
right or left ear dream weaver
at my side the unfolding songster
singing trickster makes this world stronger

they call me little reckless and him mister far gone
side by side we make the tall one
he was a wax president, made out with real hair tho,
smells like a beach accident, a corpse soul and sand mementos.