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