don't leave, don't leave this world to me

               

but he came uncurled and this world holds him that much tighter

               

into that place no one dares to go

               

we're living in a land that went astray from history

               

memory is an echo silent song

               

yes, I will take these old shoes to get to you

               

jesus came to my birthday party

               

can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all

               

cause I'm a rough, rugged gangsta, not a pretty boy

               

then in my hot hand she slumped her sick weight,

               

we tramped through the poison oak, heartbroke and inchoate

               

ethereal downtime

               

baby's first camera