Hey, guy

Jcorelis3by Jon Corelis28 Oct 2013

Hey, guy:
the sun has a headache.

Hey, guy:
you’ve got to kick those dead birds out of your path.

Hey, guy:
don’t look now but you’re dead.

Hey, guy:
the President has murdered all the poets.

Hey, guy:
you can’t get rid of the stain.

Hey, guy:
don’t tell the truth they’ll kill you.

Hey, guy:
it could be worse at least there’s no hope.

Hey, guy:
we just need some angel to smash these ashen brittle faces with a hammer of song.

Hey, guy:
It doesn’t make sense to me either.