Drugs

There we are
My eyes are like rainbows
That dry damp into the summer air
No more snow, no more greys
Just me and the girl
In the tall, tall grass
She has strawberry nipples
And a smile like fingers in a creek
She is my passenger
With hair in the wind
In a car
Running on tired legs
It's medicine is too much
Got to go to a fruit tree
A fruit tree I grew with the seeds in my pocket.

Women of the World

All of the women
I used to know
Have new last names
Or are pregnant
While I sit here with the same last name
And an empty stomach.

Strugglin'

The suitcase is packed
But our wallets are empty
Everybody do the struggle
Do it all damn night
The car is full of boxes
But the tank is almost on empty
It's a struggle
To leave the driveway
Let alone the coast.