Voka Gentle
Bear Trap
Son of man
Curtain dipped in blood
Won't you just grow your teeth
Toothy token prayers and
Don't give permission to speak
And all the while it reminds [?]

Breathing in grit
My fingers smell of coffee grounds
But I can just about do it
Sleeping through the engine sound
Now can I take what's coming my way?

[?]
The air here is a solid exhausted sour cracked cinder block
But man is created
Skirting the walls of his own high tower
Did I miss the window?
Did I miss the window?
I don't think I missed the window
But maybe I'm [?]

I am [?] thinker
So I'll go easy with my razor over my teenage skin
Thank you Thomas Stearns for thanking God
One day they will stop on the bridge
Take off their hats and become [?] trees

I'll dance my way to a joy
Get ready to be ready for something good
For something good
Let me hear you say
I can just about do it