A Man Made Of Butterfat

Careening Around On A Sno-cat

And I Can't Drive Any Faster

My Hands Are Like Ice And The Moon Shines

On Pepper Trees And Road ???

The Yellow Lines Look Blue



Snow Buries Whitehall

White Powdered Nembutal

And I Can't Think Any More

My Feet Are Like Ice

As The Moon Sets

On Christmas Trees And Plastic Deer

I Decided To Forgive And Forget



I Thank God You're Comatose

As I Pull Back The Bedclothes

And I Can't Believe My Composure

And I Can't Remember My Anger

And Summer Is A Fish Story

I Wonder Where It Will Be