AINT GONER MAKE RENT AGAIN-AND THE WHISKY,S ALL DEAD

JESUS YOUR MIRACLES SEEM TO DILUTE

FIVE DAYS TILL RENT DAY

BUSTED FLAT ON THE GLORY OF YOUR MEDICATION

DREAMING WINDOWS 

CAGED INSIDE WATCHING THE TREES HERALD ANOTHER SKY

GREY CLASHING OCEANS 

SPILLED EMOTION 

POOLS OF BLOOD IN SENTENCE LAY

THOUGHTS OF WORDS SHARP AND YET TO SPILL

ON MY TOMBSTONE, IT WILL BLEED FIVE DAYS TILL RENT DAY

CARVED IN THE PLASTIC MARBLE HEAT,

ORCHID GLASS-

FROZEN STEAM -IMPOSSIBLE THE SIGHTS IVE SEEN

​​​​​​​SELL YOU A STORY

SELL YOU A SOUL

HAVE A BROKEN BONE ,

MY BREATH IS STOLEN BY THE RAINBOW THIEF

SHADOWS STRANGE CROWD A MISSING STREET

FIVE DAYS TILL RENT DAY

AND THE WHISKYS ALL DEAD

EMPTY GLASS MOMENTS -

​​​​​​​GOSPELS HUNG IN THE SUICIDES, SPOKEN IN POETS EYES 

FABLES AND HISTORY 

SPACE AND THE FALLING STAR

FIVE DAYS TILL RENT DAY

AND THE WHISKYS ALL GONE