Felt lined ears. 

I’m ok Ive music in my felt lined ears

That bed made up before i even 

Contemplated the lie that would lead 

To wax work tears a lion searching 

tin cans for others fears. 


The fire belly stone the only Place 

they wouldn’t bring themselves to look 

Was the keel hauled boy 

Held in the hull because they 

Couldn’t tread in salt water 


Popular as ever the lower case 

Cut down to build a mothership 

Out of matches.