this and that.... well they must be the same

this is still the place i tell the truth

except when i am forced to lie to aggrandise myself

my hoarse speeding shadow duplicates in summers dying days

i think of the snow melting up in cape cod in some gothic town

spring bursts outta the wings with all its things

jealous sprouts of green eyed envy combusting in the seed

the weather is strange but aint it always  been strange

kilbey wings ‘is way home

its midnite in australia

i keep rolling with the luck of the devil

double six double six double six

my gambling debts i use as envelopes for angelfruit

my wickedness helps old ladies down from trees

my evil cuddles kittens

oh no here comes trouble

goodnight