your illegal name in water color on a piss stained frisco truck
hoping some camera'd catch your face
when the rain came down
and the fat worms show up like seared shut
half clotted blood vein sections,
a fast fossil drying up
you've got no god-hand in the when of a raindrop
and the paint that you used was water-based.

the sound of light rain and burning leaves is the same.
the hound in night's brain learning dreams is untamed.

there'll be a time for drying up and dying on sidewalks,
years for beards and the bushes in someone's backyards...

(ooh) these are selfish times
i got shellfish dimes
and sanddollars.

i'll no longer be the whit or gaylordsheavy.
the glasses, beard, and big wig must go.

i did not play bigger bank in the backseat
of the cheese that seemed risky
but my jeans were called huskys.
i wrote this one on chipped dead elephant ivory
and when they come i close the closet door.

(ooh) these are selfish times
i got shellfish dimes
and sanddollars.

i wanted to breathe on beat and go a fifth higher than my physical voice was coined for
i wanted to serve with hunger by my gut split and the hunger men poured into war.

(ooh) these are selfish times
i got shellfish dimes
and sanddollars.