Friday im sober. 

If you think I’ll be thanking god 

then friday must of come around 

Fallen at its objectionable feet 

i avoided smearing mustard on my 



When linguistly tonguing bedwyn 

a Girl with a pretzel knots hair appeared

making handtie hearts too place 

in trees as old As Truces witnessed 

by dry streams.

the conscience traded Jade Rings 

smoked hoops grass skirts 

the koi kites visible in mirrors 

Hanging side by side in the Windows 

Of a hundred Scraped cars 

With missing two radio band’s

No longer able to play weighting game.