I have given nothing I would not give again.

When we rose up from the murky water / we'd scale it like lizards.

Skeletons in our minds, it’s a private grief, a private grief, you hear.

Oh, uncles, / what zealous men you are!

the etymology of gun is hunger

My eyes and lips and hair and face will rot in the river / And I will be carried away by vultures / To the corporate headquarters of Bank of America

i asked this of shame / be a stranger

One simulation to another, am I wrong.

Tell them come take my eyes / Before my body gives out

you have trouble saying your name and you say it anyway

it was near this piece of ocean bed / where their whale ancestors dealt out the sea / as if they were gambling.