im afraid my dads lost its meaning even though he hasnt changed im afraid my citys lost its feeling disappeared: brick roads
buz-n-bee noble men no longer
those were the days south buffalo was big now its just white some black mostly blue dangerous ways of finding it bat your lashes wink at me giggle on my piano sing as sweet as your smell make heart beat in my fingertips pour yourself niagara falls between your legs falling on bricks erode earth underneath knew even less than you it comes back in him it flows back on you everybody at some point shuffles onto buffalo have you always been here too? everything you can put your hands on 13