A Sky for Shoeing Horses Under

Rain goes perfect with a Nosdam mix tape

The last street lights stay on well after dawn

Kings fall to pawns he dropped the needle, let the song say it

The kind of morgue with a gong to tell you when

But the rooms rules bend and the staff will make you laugh

My dad wore this face in old photographs

Calico cats out scare me from behind a junkyard fence

High on khat I let my stare go soft but pretend it's not

When I'm eyed I tongue my bottom teeth

And look at the sidewalk in front of me

As my tennis shoes go in and out of the frame

Another sleuth-footed empty "Why?" walking on goose eggs in the mission

Swap meet brown 31 fishnet hat cocked to the right

I only played chess once in my life and I lost

Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under

Looks like a sky for shoeing horses under

Looks like a good sky to die under